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To be honest, I'm not much of a drinker. It makes me sick, and I hate that.
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Suzanne Collins
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: August 10
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Suzanne Marie Collins
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aren't they the very reason I have to try to fight? Because what has been done to them is so wrong, so beyond justification, so evil that there is no choice? Because no one has the right to treat them as they have been treated?
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