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What do-- Tobias's voice. Tobias! Oh my God. Oh-- Spare me your blubbering, okay? Peter says. She's not dead she's just paralyzed. It'll only last for about a minute. Now get ready to run. I don't understand. How does Peter know? Let me carry her, Tobias says. No. You're a better shot than I am. Take my gun. I'll carry her.

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Veronica Roth
Age: 36
Born: 1988
Born: August 19
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