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... fantasy is not practice for what is real—fantasy is the opiate of women.

Shannon Hale

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Shannon Hale
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: January 26
Author
Fantasy Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Salt Lake City
Utah
Fantasy
Practice
Women
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Opiates

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