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If you cross a line and nothing happens, the line loses meaning.

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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
Nothing
Cross
Crosses
Meaning
Line
Loses
Lines
Happens

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Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.
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And a face above mine, white and beautiful, eyes as large as the moon. You saved me. A hand on my cheek, cool and dry. Why did you save me? Words welling up on a tide: No, the opposite. Eyes the colour of a dawn sky, a crown of blond hair, so bright and white and blinding I could swear it was a halo.
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His secret name, which belongs to me, and to him, and to no one else.
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