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The true story...is the realization that no time in your life is ever perfect, that even the best memories have cracks you might not see.

Sarah Dessen

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Sarah Dessen
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: June 6
Novelist
Writer
Evanston
Illinois
True
Stories
Best
Cracks
Ever
Realization
Might
Memories
Even
Story
Time
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Life

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