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Because if she let go of her grief even for a minute it would only hit her harder when she bumped into it again.
Alice Munro
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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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In my own work, I tend to cover a lot of time and to jump back and forward in time, and sometimes the way I do this is not very straightforward.
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There were people whom you positively ached to please. If you failed with such people they would put you into a category in their minds where they could kee you and have contempt for you forever.
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