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“I could spend the whole afternoon telling you about him, but it's not gonna do much good, is it? You never smelled his hair after he just got out of the bath, or carried him from the car after he'd fallen asleep on the way home, or heard the way he laughed when someone tickled him. So you'll just have to take my word for it: He was a great kid and he made you glad to be alive.”

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Book:The Leftovers
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The Leftovers

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Tom Perrotta
Tom Perrotta

Tom Perrotta is an American novelist known for his insightful portrayals of middle-class American life. His works often focus on family, marriage, and the pressures of career, and how these factors affect individuals and society. more

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