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The most haunting thing was not that he didn't love her anymore. She could have accepted that eventually. The most haunting thing was that he did. He loved her from afar. He loved her in a way that was preserved in time, that couldn't be sullied. And she tended it in her careful, curatorial way.

Ann Brashares

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Ann Brashares
Age: 57
Born: 1967
Born: July 30
Film Writer
Novelist
Writer
City of Alexandria
Virginia
Didn
Afar
Thing
Preserved
Way
Eventually
Time
Accepted
Love
Careful
Anymore
Sullied
Couldn
Tended
Loved
Haunting

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