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What It Boils Down To Is That Parenting A Child With Autism Is A Difficult Job; Writing About It Is Far Easier.

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Elizabeth Moon

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What It Boils Down To Is That Parenting A Child With Autism Is A Difficult Job; Writing About It Is Far Easier.

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