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“The world is wide, wide, wide, and I am young, young, young, and we’re all going to live forever!' We were very hungry but we didn’t want to leave, so we ate there. We had chicken sandwiches; boy, the chicken of the century. Dry, wry, and tender, the dryness sort of rubbing against your tongue on soft, bouncy white bread with slivers of juicy wet pickles. Then we had some very salty potato chips and some olives stuffed with pimentos and some Indian nuts and some tiny pearl onions and some more popcorn. Then we washed the whole thing down with iced martinis and finished up with large cups of strong black coffee and cigarettes. One of my really great meals.”

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Book:The Dud Avocado
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The Dud Avocado

In this witty and charming novel, a young woman from the United States finds herself in post-war France, struggling to adapt to the local customs and the challenges of a new lifestyle. Through her misadventures and encounters with various characters, she learns about love, friendship, and the complexities of cultural differences. more

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Elaine Dundy
Elaine Dundy

Elaine Dundy (August 1, 1921 - May 1, 2008) was an American novelist known for her distinctive writing style and profound portrayal of female characters. more

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