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I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real

Mark Z. Danielewski

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Mark Z. Danielewski
Age: 58
Born: 1966
Born: March 5
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New York City
New York
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Drenched
Feels
Sunlight
Real
Cheap
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Anymore
Something
Except
Probably
Call
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Weightless

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