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Like we were connected, the echo of his pain twisted inside inside me. his pain, my pain.

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Stephenie Meyer
Age: 50
Born: 1973
Born: December 24
Actor
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Film Producer
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Science Fiction Writer
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Hartford
Connecticut
Stephenie Morgan Meyer
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