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“What you two had had everything and nothing to do with intelligence. He was good, and you were both lucky to have found each other, because you too are good.”

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André Aciman

André Aciman, born on January 2, 1951, is a renowned writer known for his profound psychological insights and unique narrative style. His works, such as 'The Museum of Unconditional Love,' are celebrated for their emotional depth and distinctive storytelling. more

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