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“A heartwarming tale of Christmas past that's chock full of all the wit and hilarity we admire in America's favorite humorist--Mark Twain. Carlo DeVito brings us back one hundred years to a magical time in Twain's family life, revealing a house that's brimming with love and laughter, as well as the profound heartbreaks of life. A Mark Twain Christmas only deepens our understanding and respect for both the man and his work.”

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Gilbert King
Gilbert King

Gilbert King, born on February 22, 1962, is an American writer whose works primarily focus on law, history, and social justice. more

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