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You look invincible,' my mother said one night. I loved these times, when we seemed to feel the same thing. I turned to her, wrapped in my thin gown, and said: I am.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Thing
Loved
Times
Gown
Mother
Gowns
Night
Invincible
Look
Wrapped
Looks
Thin
Feel
Seemed
Feels
Turned

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