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- Caitlin Kennific was raised in the "poorest" area of one of the wealthiest cities in north america where she was fed a steady diet of fact and fiction the lines of where one began and the other ended slightly blurred She loves run on sentances and has always wondered why author descriptions are written as if post mortem this does not stop her from doing the same.
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