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Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
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Madison
Wisconsin
Used
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Loss
Beauty
Woman

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Before, they had never found themselves broken together. Usually, it was one needing the other but not both needing each other, and so there had been a way, by touching, to borrow from the stronger one's strength.
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