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She liked the life she had. She loved habits. She craved a day with nothing in it, a long, quiet stretch of hours in the studio.

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Nothing
Habits
Long
Studio
Life
Studios
Liked
Habit
Quiet
Loved
Craved
Hours
Stretch

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