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So this is how life was, she thought with a faint smile: It wore you down until you emerged at its wildest, most unexpected ends.

Anna Godbersen

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Anna Godbersen
Age: 44
Born: 1980
Born: April 10
Writer
Berkeley
California
Life
Wildest
Emerged
Faint
Wore
Unexpected
Smile
Ends
Thought

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