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That Night

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Alice McDermott
Alice McDermott

Alice McDermott is an American author renowned for her delicate emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals. Her works often focus on the lives of ordinary people, exploring themes such as family, faith, and identity. Born on June 27, 1953, in New York. more

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