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Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.

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Nicole Krauss
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: August 18
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For her I changed pebbles into diamonds, shoes into mirrors, I changed glass into water, I gave her wings and pulled birds from her ears and in her pockets she found the feathers, I asked a pear to become a pineapple, a pineapple to become a lightbulb, a lightbulb to become the moon, and the moon to become a coin I flipped for her love.
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