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But there are still the hours, aren't there? One and then another, and you get through that one and then, my god, there's another.

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Michael Cunningham
Age: 72
Born: 1952
Born: November 6
Novelist
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Screenwriter
University Teacher
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Cincinnati
Ohio
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