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“Let me say this: being an idiot is no box of chocolates. People laugh, lose patience, treat you shabby. Now they say folks supposed to be kind to the afflicted, but let me tell you this - it ain't always that way. Even so, I got no complaints, cause I reckon I done live a pretty interesting life, so to speak.”

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Forrest Gump

Forrest Gump is a novel that spans several decades, chronicling the life of its title character, a man with an IQ of 75. Despite his limitations, Forrest navigates significant historical events, forms unexpected friendships, and achieves remarkable feats. The story explores themes of love, friendship, and the American Dream. more

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Winston Groom
Winston Groom

Winston Groom is an American novelist best known for his work 'Forrest Gump', which was later adapted into a highly successful film. Born on March 23, 1944, Groom's writing often explores history and human nature with humor and satire. more

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