Nick Nwaogu

There’s a difference between a miracle, and something impossible. A miracle is not impossible—just merely unlikely.

There’s a difference between a miracle, and something impossible. A miracle is not impossible—just merely unlikely.

– Nick Nwaogu –

Odd Family Out: A Collection of Short Stories

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