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thethirdcrouch 's review for:
Angela's Ashes
by Frank McCourt
I'm supposed to cry about his situation. Yet, McCourt's words are as innocent as a kid should be, just drinking lemonade while chatting with an older stranger. He did not cry, or so I thought he won't, until those latter events. Francis, Frankie, Frank... knows better than I do.