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“Regalia Mason smiled at him. He had the vague idea that this was frightening, but he didn't know why. She was such a beautiful woman. She began to explain, as though talking to a rather nice child she might eat afterwards.”

Quote by Jeanette Winterson

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Tanglewreck

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Jeanette Winterson
Jeanette Winterson

Jeanette Winterson is a renowned British author known for her distinctive literary style and profound social commentary. Her works span a wide range of themes, including novels, essays, and poetry. Winterson's novel 'Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit' is a story about growth, faith, and sexuality that has received widespread acclaim. more

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