She stayed up late hours talking, fueled by the power of ideas.
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When she was young she had been lauded by teachers and parents as a prodigy, a genius in the making. She found the burden of all those attached hopes so overwhelming that she spent the rest of her life trying to prove them wrong. Her life so far had been an attempt to erase herself.
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She always traveled with a book. Actually, two books. Two dramatically different books since, during long journeys, she frequently found that her shifting moods did not allow her to sustain interest in any one book or type of book.