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Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.

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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
Wasting
Waste
Minutes
Hear
Everyone
Much
Time
Slipping

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