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“Honey, sometimes there's no real why in this world,' Cora said. 'There just ain't one, not one that makes any sense, and not one that's any comfort to a soul. Most of the time in this world it's just a bad case of the way things are. You gotta just absorb the world as best you can and look for the bright spots.' [to Nora Bergen]”

Quote by Jonathan Evison

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Small World

This book delves into the lives of individuals whose paths cross in various parts of the world, highlighting the ways in which people from different backgrounds and cultures interact and influence each other. more

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Jonathan Evison
Jonathan Evison

Jonathan Evison is an American writer born in 1968. His works are known for their humor and insightful social commentary, primarily focusing on contemporary American culture and societal issues. more

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