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“Don't cry." "How can I not?" I asked him. "You just said you loved me." "Well, why else did you think all of this was happening?" He set the book aside to wrap his arms around me. "The Furies wouldn't be trying to kill you if I didn't love you." "I didn't know," I said. Tears were trickling down my cheeks, but I did nothing to try to stop them. His shirt was absorving most of them. "You never said anything about it. Every time I saw you, you just acted so... wild." "How was I supposed to act?" he asked. "You kept doing things like throwing tea in my face.”

Quote by Meg Cabot

Book:Abandon

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Abandon

A story that delves into the complexities of human emotion and the journey towards personal growth amidst adversity. more

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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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