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It strikes me how strange people are. You can see them every day - you can think you know them - and then you fшnd out you hardly know them at all.

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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
People
Hardly
Strikes
Strange
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Every
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