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The kind of stuff I usually read is a bit more on the literary side, like books that I think are influential in the sense that they're doing pulpy subject matter in a refined way. Like 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy, I loved that book.
Isaac Marion
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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
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