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You hold on to old experiences: injuries, injustices, and great love affairs, too. And you hold them in your joints and your organs, and wear them on your skin.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Experiences
Joints
Wear
Organs
Hold
Affairs
Great
Injury
Love
Affair
Injustice
Skin
Injustices
Skins
Injuries

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