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“All the way out I listen to the car AM radio, bad lyrics of trailer park love, gin and tonic love, strobe light love, lost and found love, lost and found and lost love, lost and lost and lost love—some people were having no luck at all. The DJ sounds quick and smooth and after-shaved, the rest of the world a mess by comparison.”

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Lorrie Moore
Lorrie Moore

Lorrie Moore is an American writer renowned for her short stories. Her work is celebrated for its humor, satire, and profound insights into everyday life. Born on January 13, 1957, Moore graduated from Harvard University, where she began her writing career. more

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