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We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.

Aimee Bender

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Aimee Bender
Age: 55
Born: 1969
Born: June 28
Novelist
Writer
the United States of America
Streets
Hands
Whole
Right
World
Sidewalk
Wished
Dropped
Street

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