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The silence wasn't like the ones I'd known lately, though: it wasn't empty as much as chosen. There's a entirely different feel to quiet when you're with some-one else, and at any moment it could be broken. Like the difference between a pause and an ending.

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Sarah Dessen
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: June 6
Novelist
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Evanston
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