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“She (mom) yelled from upstairs, Those are books that help me to live! Those books are my life! Get down here! I yelled back. I'm your goddamn life!”

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Book:Fight Night
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Fight Night

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Miriam Toews
Miriam Toews

Miriam Toews is a Canadian writer known for her unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. Her works often focus on religion, family, and social change, and have won her a wide readership. more

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