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I have not wept since the death of my parents, said Luxa quietly. But I am thought to be unnatural in this respect.

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