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And at some point, the struggle becomes too much-too tiring-and you consider letting go. Allowing tragedy... or whatever... to happen.

Jay Asher

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Jay Asher
Age: 49
Born: 1975
Born: September 30
Novelist
Writer
Arcadia
California
Consider
Becomes
Struggle
Happen
Tiring
Whatever
Tire
Point
Allowing
Happens
Letting
Much
Tragedy

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