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He had been my almost. My might-have-been. I was afraid of what I wanted most - His kiss. Still, I collected kiss stories. -Susie Salmon

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Kissing
Afraid
Almost
Stories
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Susie
Still
Salmon
Wanted
Collected
Might
Kiss

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