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Positioned on my dresser, that white-as-snow rose is a personal message to me. It speaks of unfinished business. It whispers, I can find you. I can reach you. Perhaps I am watching you now.

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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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