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I don't know where to go. I don't know what comes now. Don't worry, Will said. We'll figure something out. Liesl managed to smile at him. She liked that word: *we*. It sounded warm and open, like a hug.

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 41
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
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Science Fiction Writer
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Westchester County
New York
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