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We're supposed to be making up this stuff, playing at being in love, not actually being in love.

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