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“She was tired these days because she was having job trouble too; her trouble meant she did not know how she could be useful in her life. Dad's job trouble was he had too much to do with his life. Sometimes I just wanted them to even it out but I couldn't think of how.”

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Book:The Color Master: Stories
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The Color Master: Stories

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Aimee Bender
Aimee Bender

Aimee Bender is an American novelist celebrated for her imaginative and unique narrative style. Born on June 28, 1969, she has made a notable impact in the literary world with her thought-provoking themes and distinctive storytelling techniques. more

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