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“I have always let you know how much I care, right? You never had to wonder. I'm not a man for words. Daddy showed me that you 'do' for a woman. Remember that time when you damn near had a nervous breakdown because it looked like the hickory-nut tree in the front yard was thinking about dying? Where I'm from, we don't believe in spending money on pets, let alone trees. But I couldn't bear to see you fret, so I hired a tree doctor. See, in my mind, that was a love letter.”

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Book:An American Marriage
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An American Marriage

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Tayari Jones
Tayari Jones

Tayari Jones is an American author born on November 30, 1970. Her works primarily focus on the lives of African American women, particularly those facing challenges related to race, class, and gender. Jones is celebrated for her deep character development and emotional expression in her writing. more

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