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“His "place" wasn't to be found geographically...A person's place was made up of people who showed up somewhere regularly enough that you could also show up and count on at least some of them being there. And then you could talk to them and say whatever asinine thing came into your head and even if they ridiculed you for it they did it like friends.”

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Orson Scott Card
Orson Scott Card

Orson Scott Card, born on August 24, 1951, is a renowned science fiction novelist from the United States. His works are known for their profound philosophical insights and rich imagination, with 'Ender's Game' series being particularly famous and influential in the science fiction genre. more

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