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“Most of us have nicknames-annoying, endearing, embarrassing.But what about your true name?It is not necessarily your given name. But it is the one to which you are most eager to respond when called.Ever wonder why?Your true name has the secret power to call you.”

Quote by Vera Nazarian

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Vera Nazarian
Vera Nazarian

Vera Nazarian is an American writer born on May 25, 1966. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and essays. She explores diverse themes such as history, culture, love, and human nature in her writing. more

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