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Her only thought was of getting away, as if she were carrying a live grenade from inside the house, so that when it exploded, it would destroy just herself.

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Jennifer Egan
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 7
Novelist
Writer
Chicago
Illinois
Inside
Getting
House
Away
Thought
Grenade
Live
Exploded
Would
Carrying
Destroy

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