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“Cause everybody wants to be right in a world where there ain’t no right or wrong to be found. My side. He don’t listen to my side. Just like that chicken coop, everything’s got four sides: his side, her side, an outside, and an inside. All of it is the truth”

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Mama Day

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Gloria Naylor
Gloria Naylor

Gloria Naylor was an American novelist known for her profound social commentary and rich literary works. Her novels often focus on issues of race, gender, and class, depicting the lives and struggles of the African American community. Born on January 25, 1950, she passed away on September 28, 2016. more

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