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The moment had passed, the door between the lives we could have led and the lives we led had shut in our faces.

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Nicole Krauss
Age: 50
Born: 1974
Born: August 18
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New York City
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Our kiss was niticlimactic. It wasn't that the kiss was bad, but it was just a note of punctuation in our long conversation, a parenthetical remark made in order to assure each other of a deeply felt agreement, a mutual offer of companionship, which is so much more rare than sexual passion or even love.
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The price we paid for the volumes of ourselves that we suffocated in the dark.
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