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“DEMON MATH What is JUST in a world you've ripped in two as if there could be a half for me a half for you what is FAIR when there is nothing left to share what is YOURS when your pain is mine to bear this sad math is mine this mad path is mine subtract they say don't cry back to the desk try forget addition multiply and i reply this is why remainders hate division.”

Quote by Kami Garcia

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Kami Garcia
Kami Garcia

Kami Garcia, born on March 25, 1972, is a renowned American author known for her works in fantasy and young adult literature. Her books have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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