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Oh we'll know each other forever, Bix says. The days of losing touch are almost gone.

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Jennifer Egan
Age: 62
Born: 1962
Born: September 7
Novelist
Writer
Chicago
Illinois
Gone
Touch
Losing
Says
Days
Almost
Forever

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