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Women were different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn't break women. Instead it wore them down, it hollowed them out very slowly.

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Cornelia Funke
Age: 65
Born: 1958
Born: December 10
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Men
Grief
Instead
Doubt
Break
Hollowed
Didn
Wore
Women
Slowly
Different
Broke
Much
Quickly

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