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“He stood still as I moved away from him, watching me with that look he only got when we were Working, as if I were the only thing in the world he could see.”

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Book:Ellie's Story
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Ellie's Story

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W. Bruce Cameron
W. Bruce Cameron

W. Bruce Cameron is a renowned columnist, born in 1960. His work is known for its humor and insightful observations, which have won him a wide following among readers. more

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