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“He wished he could somehow go back and find the iPhone people whom he'd jostled on the sidewalk earlier, apologize to them - I'm sorry, I've just realized that I'm as minimally present in this world as you are, I had no right to judge -”

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Station Eleven

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Emily St. John Mandel
Emily St. John Mandel

Emily St. John Mandel is a Canadian-American writer born in Ontario, Canada, in 1979. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, short stories, and poetry. Mandel's writing is celebrated for its profound themes, rich imagination, and unique narrative techniques. more

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