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“There was five golden rules. My dad made me write them over and over until I knew them like I knew my own name... Number five: never have a fire in the daytime, 'cause people could see the smoke and come and get us. Number four: if I ever see anyone other than my dad, I run, and keep running. Number three: always say my prayers, so as God don't get mad at me and decide to come make me sick too. Numer two: never forget to pray for my momma, 'cause she was the best and prettiest lady God ever made. Number one: never, ever leave the woods.”

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Sweet Tooth, Vol. 1: Out of the Deep Woods

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Jeff Lemire
Jeff Lemire

Jeff Lemire is a talented writer known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. His works span a variety of genres, including superhero, fantasy, and realistic novels. Born on March 21, 1976, Lemire has made a name for himself in the comic industry since the early 2000s. more

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