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Everything is happening too fast for me to process it.

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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
Executive Producer
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Screenwriter
Writer
Hartford
Connecticut
Suzanne Marie Collins
Suzanne Collins
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turn and turn and turn again you see the what, but not the when remedy and wrong entwine and so they form a single vine
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