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This is the past: It drifts, it gathers. If you are not careful, it will bury you.

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
Drifts
Gathers
Bury
Careful
Past

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