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I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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Jonathan Safran Foer
Age: 47
Born: 1977
Born: February 21
Novelist
Writer
Washington
District of Columbia
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Wanted
Shout
Ears

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