If you’d grown up with a thousand lemon trees in the middle of the desert, with a cactus instead of a Christmas tree and a pet armadillo… well, then, I would have gone to law school at Arizona State, I guess. I would have defended illegal aliens crossing the border. But we still would have wound up together. No matter what kind of life I had, you’d be at the end of it.
— Jodi Poicoult, Vanishing Acts
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