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There would never be any room in her for anything else. No room for anything but the realization of what she had done.
Alice Munro
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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
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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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