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How in the world was I alone? Because I wanted to be. That's all I can say. It's all that makes sense to me.

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Jay Asher
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: September 30
Novelist
Writer
Arcadia
California
Sense
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Wanted
World
Alone

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