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She was just a shell of her former self, functioning and talking but hardly alive.

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Sarah Dessen
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: June 6
Novelist
Writer
Evanston
Illinois
Self
Dreamland
Functioning
Shell
Shells
Hardly
Former
Alive
Talking

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