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Oh, gosh, Olive. I'm so embarrassed. No need to be, Olive tells her. We all want to kill someone at some point. (179)

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Elizabeth Strout
Age: 68
Born: 1956
Born: January 6
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My first job was when I was about 12, cleaning houses in the afternoons for different elderly women in town. I hated it.
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