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“The thaw came and the snow melted away and so did my dad. 'til there wasn't nothing left.”

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Jeff Lemire
Jeff Lemire

Jeff Lemire is a talented writer known for his unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. His works span a variety of genres, including superhero, fantasy, and realistic novels. Born on March 21, 1976, Lemire has made a name for himself in the comic industry since the early 2000s. more

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