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August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.

Jonathan Safran Foer

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Jonathan Safran Foer
Age: 47
Born: 1977
Born: February 21
Novelist
Writer
Washington
District of Columbia
Years
Passed
Covertly
Pages
Sprout
Summer
Sprouts
Grow
Secretly
Days
Included
Grows
August
Year
Chapters
Force
Continues

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