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“The feminist girls she knew at Oberlin, her roommate among them, were the kind of people who made you feel bad for liking what you liked. Sometimes when Emily was tired or blue she liked to watch "When Harry Met Sally", or "Love Actually", or old episodes of "Friends", and at Oberlin she'd had to wait until her roommate had gone out or fallen asleep.”

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Brian Morton
Brian Morton

Brian Morton is an American author born on July 8, 1955. His works are known for their profound character development and unique narrative style. more

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