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“Then I thought of how my life at Ault was a series of interactions and avoidance of interactions in which I pretended not to mind that I was almost always by myself. I could not last for long this way, certainly not for the next three years; I'd been at Ault only seven months, and already, my loneliness felt physically exhausting.”

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Curtis Sittenfeld
Curtis Sittenfeld

Curtis Sittenfeld is an American author renowned for her contemporary fiction. Born in 1975, she has earned acclaim for her insightful exploration of modern life and intricate character development. Her novels frequently examine themes of identity, relationships, and personal development. more

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