Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
Realism can break a writer's heart. — Salman Rushdie, Shame
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Realism can break a writer's heart.

— Salman Rushdie, Shame
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