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So what are you going to tell her? A little help? I pleaded. What does she want to know? He shook his head, grinning wickedly. That's not fair. No, you not sharing what you know-now that's not fair.

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