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Just the sound of his voice twists my stomach into a knot of unpleasant emotions like guilt, sadness and fear. And longing. I might as well admit there’s some of that too.

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