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“Okay, okay, okay. I understood that pushing the elevator button over and over again would not make the elevator appear sooner. But I couldn't help myself”

Quote by James Patterson

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James Patterson
James Patterson

James Patterson is a highly acclaimed author in the thriller and mystery genres, recognized for his engaging storytelling and the creation of memorable characters. Born on March 22, 1947, he has authored numerous best-selling novels and is a significant figure in the literary world. Patterson's work has captivated readers worldwide, and he has been influential for decades. more

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