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Droplets, droplets: we are all identical drips and drops of people, hovering, waiting to be tipped, waiting for someone to show us the way, to pour us down a path.

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
Someone
Hovering
Way
Drops
People
Pour
Identical
Path
Waiting
Drips
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Droplets
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Tipped

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