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“I didn't grow up feeling smart and special, the world my oyster, born with a silver shucker in my hand. No one works harder than you, that's the way Zell and Juwon liked to put it. Everything I have is because I was the dutiful worker bee or because I have no other things to distract me, like girlfriends or wives, like mewling kids or family dogs or a love of weekend brunches and fantasy football, or a single, sad hobby, like solitaire or the Sunday jumble. I have this.”

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Book:Give Me Your Hand
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Give Me Your Hand

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Megan Abbott
Megan Abbott

Megan Abbott is an American contemporary author known for her suspense novels. Born in 1971, she graduated from New York University. Abbott's works often explore themes of gender, power, and crime from a female perspective. more

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