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What were you two talking about? she whispered as Wes pulls the door shut. Nothing, I said. Running. You should have seen your face, she said, her breath hot in my ear. Sa-woooon.

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Sarah Dessen
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: June 6
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Evanston
Illinois
Faces
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Running
Breaths
Two
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Nothing
Door
Doors
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