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They lay there for a few seconds, in the dark, in the future, listening to the fabulous clockwork of their hearts and lungs, and loving each other

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Michael Chabon
Age: 61
Born: 1963
Born: May 24
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Science Fiction Writer
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Malachi B. Cohen
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