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Just the act of sleeping beside someone you liked to be with. Maybe that was love.

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Meg Wolitzer
Age: 65
Born: 1959
Born: May 28
Novelist
University Teacher
Writer
Brooklyn
New York
Liked
Sleep
Maybe
Someone
Love
Beside
Sleeping

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