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Knowing where she was in the world, even if he never touched her, gave him a deep satisfaction, and he half despised himself for being satisfied with so little.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Knowing
Half
Littles
Despised
Little
Touched
Even
Satisfied
Never
Satisfaction
World
Gave
Deep

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