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“Susannah." My dance partner's breath was soft against my cheek. "Susannah...." Yeah. In my dreams. In real life, the voice calling my name wasn't a bit masculine. That's because it belonged to a twelve-year-old boy.”

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Meg Cabot
Meg Cabot

Meg Cabot, born on February 1, 1967, is an American author renowned for her light-hearted and imaginative writing style, particularly in the realm of young adult literature. Her works, including the 'Daisy Davenport' series and the 'Princess Diaries' series, have gained widespread popularity worldwide and have been adapted into films and television shows. more

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