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Now I'd rather be infected with love for the tiniest sliver of a second than live a hundred years smothered by a lie.

Lauren Oliver

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 42
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
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Westchester County
New York
Years
Tiniest
Love
Infected
Delirium
Hundred
Second
Lying
Rather
Sliver
Live
Smothered

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