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He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

Jay Asher

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Jay Asher
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: September 30
Novelist
Writer
Arcadia
California
Time
Empty
Breath
Missing
Breaths
Streets
Miss
Thoughts
Warm
Cold
Street
Looks
Flow
Feels
Car
Allowing
Heart
Air
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