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First of the Fringe Characters stamp series.

Olivia Dunham is a young, tough, FBI Special Agent assigned to a multi-agency task force with the mission to identify and confront the spread of the unexplained phenomena and events known as - The Pattern.

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*TragikIris Dec 26, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Another job well done on a character stamp

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~lzsays Dec 26, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

I did these like two years ago!

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~Keyshe54 Mar 16, 2011 Traditional Artist

I think Olive is a great heroine she is both strong and feminine. Thanks for making this stamp!

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~Bright-Circle May 7, 2009

Neat!

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~jainaE May 6, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

WHOOO, Go Olivia!

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