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I said, I prefer the ocean when it's gray. Or not really gray. A pale, in-between color. It reminds me of waiting for something good to happen.

Lauren Oliver

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 41
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Westchester County
New York
Color
Happen
Waiting
Delirium
Happens
Reminds
Something
Pale
Really
Gray
Good
Prefer
Ocean

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