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“In a world of watered-down bestsellers and formula novels, Hitching to Nirvana eases back just enough to show the blade which cuts the real open, then bolts forward again, giving us a charged, swerving dance to self-actualization. Hitching to Nirvana is a magnetic forcefield, not just pulling us beautifully into the story, but into our own lives. It's rare when… — CAConrad Copy Share
“I’m here for the show” the man said looking under Frank’s shirt for the door “I’m no theater” Frank said a line formed must… — CAConrad Copy Share Image
“I'm not the kind of faggot who wants to put a rainbow sticker on a machine gun.” — CAConrad Copy Share Image
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