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“It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine's Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year's Eve. Now I had to cope with Valentine datelessness, feeling consummate social pressure from every retailer in America who stuck hearts and cupids in their windows by January second to rub it in.”

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Joan Bauer
Joan Bauer

Joan Bauer is an American writer known for her works in children's and young adult literature. Her books often address social issues such as poverty, discrimination, and environmental protection. Born on July 12, 1951, Bauer graduated from Southern Illinois University with a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature. more

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