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“Miguel Angel," he said, "It isn't hard to die. Everybody does it. Even flies do it. Everyone here is doing it. We're all terminal." He had a tear in his eye; Big Angel could see it brimming. "Your schedule is just different from mine.”

Quote by Luis Alberto Urrea

Book:The House of Broken Angels

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The House of Broken Angels

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Luis Alberto Urrea

Luis Alberto Urrea, born in 1955, is a renowned Mexican-American poet. His works blend Mexican and American cultures and explore themes such as identity, family, and social justice. Urrea's poetry is known for its profound emotion and rich imagination, winning the hearts of readers. more

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