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Who says i can't handle it? I can handle it, said Gregor obviously not handling it.

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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
Executive Producer
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Hartford
Connecticut
Suzanne Marie Collins
Suzanne Collins
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