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Answer
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All this happened, more or less.
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Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children's Crusade: A Duty-Dance with Death
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Call Me Jonah.
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Cat's Cradle
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This is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast.
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Breakfast of Champions, or Goodbye Blue Monday
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My name is Howard W. Campbell, Jr. I am an American by birth, a Nazi by reputation, and a nationless person by inclination
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Mother Night
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Everyone now knows how to find the meaning of life within himself.
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The Sirens of Titan
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Having written "The End" to this story of my life, I find it prudent to scamper back here before the beginning, to my front door, so to speak, and to make this apology to my arriving guests...
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Bluebeard, the Autobiography of Rabo Karabekian (1916–1988)
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The thing was: one million years ago, back in 1986 A.D., Guayaquil was the chief seaport of the little South American democracy of Ecuador, whose capital was Quito, high in the Andes Mountains
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Galápagos: A Novel
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“To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.”
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Deadeye Dick
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A sum of money is the leading character in this tale about people, just as a sum of honey might properly be a leading character in a tale about bees.
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God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater, or Pearls Before Swine
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Life goes on- and a fool and his self respect are soon parted...
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Jailbird
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To whom it may concern: It is Springtime. It is late afternoon.
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Slapstick, or Lonesome No More!
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Ilium, New York, is divided into three parts.
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Player Piano
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My name is Eugene Debs Hartke, and I was born in 1940.
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Hocus Pocus
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Call me Junior. My six grown kids do.
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Timequake
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