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“You can't hate your best friend for taking opportunities he'd been given. That would be the worst sort of hate, wouldn't it? Because it would mean you hate yourself, too.”

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Book:Cataract City
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Cataract City

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Craig Davidson
Craig Davidson

Canadian author Craig Davidson is known for his distinctive narrative style and profound insights into human nature. His works often focus on marginalized characters and complex interpersonal relationships, which are highly appreciated by readers. more

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