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“But there was in the air that kind of distortion that bent you a little; it caused your usual self to grow slippery, to wander off and shop, to get blurry, bleed, bevel with possibility.”

Quote by Lorrie Moore

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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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