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He looked at me like I was beautiful.

Lauren Oliver

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Lauren Oliver
Age: 41
Born: 1982
Born: November 8
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Science Fiction Writer
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Westchester County
New York
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I’m sorry for everything.” Then he turns and pushes back into the woods, and he’s gone.
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My first kiss. A new kind of kiss, like the new kind of music still playing, softly, in the distance - wild and arrhythmic, desperate. Passionate.
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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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Fear. Blame. Don't forget. Mom. I love you. -Lauren Oliver, Delerium
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