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“My children are monsters, Kiro thought. And I am responsible. Perhaps if I had read them the haikus of Basho when they were little instead of that American manifesto of high-pressure sales, Green Eggs and Ham...”

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Book:Coyote Blue
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Christopher Moore
Christopher Moore

Christopher Moore, born in 1957, is an American writer known for his humorous, satirical, and fantastical works. more

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