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No Great Mischief: Adapted from the Novel by Alistair MacLeod

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Alistair MacLeod
Alistair MacLeod

Alistair MacLeod, born on July 20, 1936, was a renowned Canadian author. His works are known for their vivid depiction of the lives of Scottish immigrants and the rural landscapes of Nova Scotia, Canada. more

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