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It's almost as if the way you imagine my dead self says more about you than it says about either the person I was or the whatever I am now.
John Green
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John Green
Age: 47
Born: 1977
Born: August 24
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How about I call you when I finish this?” “But you don’t even have my phone number,” he said. “I strongly suspect you wrote it in the book.” He broke out into that goofy smile. “A nd you say we don’t know each other.
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I am in the midst of a soliloquy! I wrote this out and memorized it and if you interrupt me I will completely screw it up,' Augustus interrupted. 'Please to be eating your sandwich and listening.
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my lungs sucked at being lungs.
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