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He looks at me, and I don't know what he sees. I used to think it was Rose. But she's not here with us now, in this room. It's just him and me, and the books. I feel like our lives are in those books. I feel like all the words on the pages are for us.

Lauren DeStefano

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Lauren DeStefano
Age: 40
Born: 1984
Born: October 13
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