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Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but it never made any progress. Later she remembered thinking that a normal person might have begun by saying that he was like the beach.

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Persons
Beach
Person
Remembered
Might
Later
Made
Normal
Every
Progress
Never
Told
Thinking
Changed
Begun
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Paul

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