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The skin of everyday appearances stretched over such shamelessness, such consuming explosions of lust.

Alice Munro

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Alice Munro
Age: 93
Born: 1931
Born: January 1
Author
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Short Story Writer
Writer
Wingham
Ontario
Alice Ann Munro
Alice Ann Laidlaw
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Lust
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Appearance
Shamelessness
Everyday
Stretched
Appearances
Explosions
Consuming

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