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[She] always knew he was a fiction but believed in him anyway.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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Jonathan Safran Foer
Age: 47
Born: 1977
Born: February 21
Novelist
Writer
Washington
District of Columbia
Fiction
Knew
Always
Anyway
Believed

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