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I want to look back. To look over my shoulder and see the Stop sign with huge reflective letters, pleading with Hannah. Stop!

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Jay Asher
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: September 30
Novelist
Writer
Arcadia
California
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Shoulder
Shoulders
Sign
Letters
Huge
Stop
Hannah
Back
Reflective
Look
Pleading

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