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I'm starved for different light, a different sun,different sky.

Lauren Oliver

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 42
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
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Science Fiction Writer
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Westchester County
New York
Starved
Sky
Sun
Light
Different

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