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“a kind of emptiness existed in the center of my bagel; really it was just the hole that's in the middle of all bagels; 'i need to go read my blog to find out what my politics are”

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Cognitive-Behavioral Therapy

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Tao Lin
Tao Lin

Tao Lin is a contemporary Chinese novelist known for his minimalist style and introspective narratives. Born on July 2, 1983, he has gained significant attention for his work that often explores themes of alienation and the digital age. more

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