When they were introduced, he made a witicism, hoping to be liked. She laughed extremely hard, hoping to be liked. Then each drove home alone, staring straight ahead, with the very same twist to their faces.
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- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: american
- Born: February 21, 1962
- Died: December 12, 2008
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