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Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.

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
Freedom
Care
Different
Anymore
Alive
Happiness

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