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She was forever tilted sideways by the notion that pain was inevitable, chance was cruel, and all human ingenuity should go towards the making of a good cup of tea.

Colum McCann

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Colum McCann
Age: 59
Born: 1965
Born: February 28
Academic
Journalist
Novelist
Screenwriter
Writer
Dublin city
Pain
Tea
Making
Cruel
Human
Cups
Humans
Inevitable
Good
Towards
Notion
Tilted
Forever
Sideways
Chance
Ingenuity

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