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“The only time I can ever remember Steven crying over any of it was after my treatment, when I tried to use my foot on his bass drum pedal, and we realized I could never play a drum set.”

Quote by Jordan Sonnenblick

Book:After Ever After
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After Ever After

This book is a narrative that follows the lives of characters as they navigate the complexities of life after a pivotal moment. It examines how individuals adapt and evolve in the wake of transformation, offering a poignant look at the human experience. more

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Jordan Sonnenblick
Jordan Sonnenblick

Jordan Sonnenblick is an American writer born on July 4, 1969. His works span across young adult literature and adult fiction, known for their deep emotional insight and rich imagination. more

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