“I shook myself; I was dreaming. As I went to bed the words of the eighth-grade class's teacher, when the class got to Evangeline , kept echoing in my ears: "We're coming to a long poem now, boys and girls. Now don't be babies and start counting the pages." I lay there like a baby, counting the pages over and over, counting the pages.”
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A sad heart at the supermarket: essays & fables
This book presents a series of essays and fables that delve into the complexities of the human heart, touching upon various aspects of life and emotion. The essays and fables are crafted to reflect on the human condition, offering readers a contemplative and introspective journey through a variety of emotional landscapes. more
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