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“between the disfigurement and the muzzle, it's nearly impossible to catch what she's saying. Always, though, while tripping and stumbling to the music, she looks out into her audience and tells the story about her mother. Most people laugh and yell for her to lift her skirts, but every so often she'll spot someone weeping and swear they can understand her every word.”

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Book:Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk
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Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk

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David Sedaris
David Sedaris

David Sedaris, born on December 26, 1956, is an American humorist. His works are known for their unique sense of humor and profound insights into everyday life. Sedaris' writing often takes the form of memoir, narrating his personal experiences and observations. more

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