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I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Looks
Anymore
Either
Toss
Free
Photo
Girl
Burn
Away
Kiss
Didn
Chosen
Wanted
Somehow
Look
Kissing

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