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“Your parents bring you into this world, and then they move on without you and leave you behind. I know that that's the natural order of things, Z., and yet the pain of that whole arrangement is incredible, isn't it? We're all staggering around brokenhearted. By "arrangement" I mean "mortality", I guess. The grief fades with time but we stay abandoned.”

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Book:Sea of Tranquility
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Sea of Tranquility

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Emily St. John Mandel
Emily St. John Mandel

Emily St. John Mandel is a Canadian-American writer born in Ontario, Canada, in 1979. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, short stories, and poetry. Mandel's writing is celebrated for its profound themes, rich imagination, and unique narrative techniques. more

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