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This is the pain-pleasure of having newly adult children they're innocent and ruthless in forgetting their sweet old dependence.

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Ian Mcewan
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: June 21
Author
Film Producer
Novelist
Playwright
Screenwriter
Writer
Belfast
Ireland
Pleasure
Newly
Forget
Forgetting
Pain
Ruthless
Children
Dependence
Adult
Innocent
Adults
Sweet

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Was everyone else really as alive as she was?...If the answer was yes, then the world, the social world, was unbearably complicated, with two billion voices, and everyone's thoughts striving in equal importance and everyone's claim on life as intense, and everyone thinking they were unique, when no one was.
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