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“He didn't understand how sadness came so easily to people. For him it was like a pile of rocks that had to be moved one at a time. Just thinking about it made him tired.”

Quote by Nell Freudenberger

Book:The Dissident
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The Dissident

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Nell Freudenberger
Nell Freudenberger

Nell Freudenberger is a contemporary American novelist recognized for her exploration of themes related to cultural identity and globalization. Born on April 21, 1975, she has gained acclaim for her insightful narratives that often delve into the complexities of modern life. more

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