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Since my father died and I stopped trusting my mother, no one else's arms have made me feel this safe.
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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
Executive Producer
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Hartford
Connecticut
Suzanne Marie Collins
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Never having been in love, this is going to be a real trick. I think of my parents. The way my father never failed to bring her gifts from the woods. The way my mother's face would light up at the sound of his boots at the door. The way she almost stopped living when he died.
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I flee what I can't fight. What can only do me harm.
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If I'm going to cry, now is the time. By morning, I'll be able to wash all the damage done by the tears from my face. But no tears come. I'm too tired or too numb to cry. The only thing I feel is a desire to be somewhere else. So I let the train rock me into oblivion.
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