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I look down from the branch I'm perched on. The Careers look murderous. Now I smile.'How have things been with you?' I ask sweetly.

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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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