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People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few there were, and made a life from them. . . . Choices are made in brief seconds and paid for in the time that remains.

Paolo Giordano

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Paolo Giordano
Age: 42
Born: 1982
Born: December 19
Novelist
Physicist
Screenwriter
Writer
Turin
Italy
Wanted
Coincidences
Made
Coincidence
Time
Brief
Life
Seconds
People
Remains
Paid
Took
Choices
Clutched

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