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Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain.
Alice Sebold
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Alice Sebold
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 6
Novelist
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Madison
Wisconsin
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But she was waiting patiently. She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything. At seventy she had come to believe in time alone. ~pg 254
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At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones I wish like broken glass they could court light....still I try to place these pieces back together, to set them firm, to make murdered girls live again.
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