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“Like most marriages, ours eventually wore down all the cartilage. We were a hip needing replacement. Bone on bone, grinding, day in and day out. It worked but it was hard.”

Quote by Frederick Barthelme

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Elroy Nights

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Frederick Barthelme
Frederick Barthelme

Frederick Barthelme is an American novelist born on October 10, 1943. Known for his unique narrative style and postmodernist techniques, Barthelme's works are characterized by humor and satire, exploring the absurdity of modern life. more

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