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It occurs to me that for a long time she has been doing her own version of resisting.
Lauren Oliver
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Lauren Oliver
Age: 41
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
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Westchester County
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And there it is: Even though we’re standing in the same patch of sun-drenched pavement, we might as well be a hundred thousand miles apart.
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