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“Maybe being a “princess” isn’t so great. Would you always wonder whether people liked you or whether they liked the things you could do for them.”

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Poor Mallory!

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Ann M. Martin
Ann M. Martin

Ann M. Martin is an American children's literature author, best known for her works such as 'Matilda' and 'The Witch of Blackbird Pond'. Her writing is characterized by humor and intelligence, making her books popular among children and teenagers. more

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