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It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed.

Lauren Oliver

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 41
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
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