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“Happy, you really are a first-class gloomy bugger," JC said affectionately. "You could gloom for the Olympics, and still take a Bronze in existential paranoia." Everyone has to be good at something," said Happy smiling in spite of himself.”

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Ghost of a Chance

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Simon R. Green
Simon R. Green

Simon R. Green is a British author known for his fantasy and science fiction works. Born on August 25, 1955, he has been writing since the 1980s and has published numerous novels and short story collections. Green's works are characterized by their humor, satire, and profound philosophical insights. more

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