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Lindsay calls them the Pugs: pretty from far away, ugly up close.

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 42
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
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Science Fiction Writer
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Westchester County
New York
Lindsay
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For a moment, my heart aches for him. I should never have asked him to join me here I should never have asked him to cross.
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Perhaps this was how the sparrows did it too perhaps they were looking so hard at the peaks and tips of the new rooftops coated with dew, and the vast new horizon, that they only forgot that they did not know how to fly until they were already in midair.
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We can never understand. We can only try, fumbling our way through the tunneled places, reaching for light.
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But hope got in, no matter how hard and fast I tried to stomp it out. Like these tiny fire ants we used to get in Portland. No matter how fast you liked them, there were always more, a steady stream of them, resistant, ever-multiplying. Maybe, the hope said. Maybe.
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No one can tell us no. No one can make us stop. We have picked each other and the rest of the world can go to hell.
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