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“Mave believed that not being able to see your life clearly, to scrutinize it intelligently, meant that probably you were at the dead center of it, and that couldn't possibly be a bad thing.”

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Lorrie Moore
Lorrie Moore

Lorrie Moore is an American writer renowned for her short stories. Her work is celebrated for its humor, satire, and profound insights into everyday life. Born on January 13, 1957, Moore graduated from Harvard University, where she began her writing career. more

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