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The Hundred-Year-Old Man Who Climbed Out of the Window and Disappeared

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Jonas Jonasson
Jonas Jonasson

Jonas Jonasson is a Swedish journalist born in 1961. He is known for his unique writing style and sense of humor, with his works typically characterized by social satire and profound social commentary. more

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