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Most people can’t stomach silence it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
People
Prefer
Avoid
Silence
Opportunity
Much
Things
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Provides
Thinking
Stomach

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