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“On the nights they went to bed at the same time, Rocco would lie there and watch her go to the closet, watch her choose either silky slips or mannish shirts, like running up sex flags from across the room.”

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Book:Clockers
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Richard Price
Richard Price

Richard Price (born October 12, 1949) is an acclaimed American novelist, screenwriter, and producer. Known for his gritty realism and deep exploration of urban life, crime, and family dynamics, his notable works include 'The Wanderers,' 'Clockers,' and 'Freedomland.' Price has been nominated for the National Book Award and contributed to iconic TV series like 'The Wire' and 'The Night Of.' His writing is praised for its authentic dialogue and social insight, earning him a reputation as a chronicler of American city life. more

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