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“Her cheeriness grates as always, but with Jennifer he senses that it is a true reflection of her inner self and not some act, and that stops him from vomiting his disdain onto her scarf. One doesn’t shout at a lame girl for her limp, or upbraid a blind man for his lack of sight. She is entitled to her disability.”

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Book:Freedom Road
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Freedom Road

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William Lashner

William Lashner, born in 1956, is an American novelist known for his suspense and crime novels. His works have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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