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I Was Given The Ability To Create Stories And Characters. That's My Part Of The Long Chain Of Writers, Publishers, Agents, Booksellers, Librarians, And A Host Of Others Who Eventually Deliver Literature To The World. I Want To Do For Others What Eudora Welty Did For Me.

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I Was Given The

Karl Marlantes

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I Was Given The Ability To Create Stories And Characters. That's My Part Of The Long Chain Of Writers, Publishers, Agents, Booksellers, Librarians, And A Host Of Others Who Eventually Deliver Literature To The World. I Want To Do For Others What Eudora Welty Did For Me.

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