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You meet a new person, you go with him and suddenly you get a whole new city...you go down new streets, you see houses you never saw before, pass places you didn't even know were there. Everything changes.

Samuel R. Delany

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Samuel R. Delany
Age: 82
Born: 1942
Born: April 1
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