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You could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. But once you were feeling things, you couldn’t decide exactly what to feel. That was the trouble with letting them in at all. They made a mess of the place.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Things
Feeling
Feelings
Letting
Place
Shut
Find
Mess
Feel
Decide
Feels
Exactly
Made
Couldn
Way
Trouble

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