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The word friends doesn't seem to stretch big enough to describe how we feel about each other. We forget where one of us starts and the other one stops.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Seems
Describe
Enough
Starts
Feel
Seem
Feels
Word
Friends
Forget
Bigs
Stretch
Doesn
Stops

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