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I don’t know what the explosion did, but it damaged something deep and irreparable. Never mind. If I get home, I’ll be so stinking rich, I’ll be able to pay someone to do my hearing.

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