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What? My head doctor says I'm not supposed to censor my thoughts. It's part of my therapy.

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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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