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“All close friendships are marked with competition. Our earliest tests are against our siblings and playmates, and some of that rivalry endures amongst friends into adulthood. Like dogs play fighting, you learn not to bite hard.”

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Christopher Bollen
Christopher Bollen

Christopher Bollen, born on November 26, 1975, is an accomplished American novelist known for his distinctive narrative style and profound insights into modern society. more

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