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Maybe I was just flirting with madness the way I flirted with my teachers and my classmates.

Susanna Kaysen

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Susanna Kaysen
Age: 76
Born: 1948
Born: November 11
Author
Novelist
Screenwriter
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Cambridge
Massachusetts
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