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“Life is never what you expect it to be. You want it to be happy and peaceful. You want to get a good job, find a good wife, have kids, raise them just right, die without debts. But sometimes, for some people, chaos takes over and spoils the great plan. It pushes you in a direction you never thought you’d travel before, keeps you away from the life you truly wanted. But for these very unlucky people, despite their adversity and turmoil, usually turn out to be the most interesting. I, myself, a mirror of the society I left behind, have been unlucky enough to become interesting.”

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Book:The Menstruating Mall
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The Menstruating Mall

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Carlton Mellick III
Carlton Mellick III

Carlton Mellick III is an American author known for his science fiction and fantasy novels. Born on July 2, 1977, he began publishing works in 2004. Mellick's works are praised for their unique narrative style and profound exploration of social issues. more

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