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I remember the first time I saw you. Your hair was in two braids instead of one. And I remember when you... you sang in the music assembly and the teacher said... Who knows The Valley Song? and your hand shot straight up. After that, I... I watched you going home every day...

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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
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