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How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home?

Alice Sebold

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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
Writer
Madison
Wisconsin
Someone
Home
Much
Love
Woke
Daily
Secret
Keep

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