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“Cathy—look at me! Don’t turn your head and pretend you don’t know what I’m doing, what I’m saying! Look and see the torment you’ve put me in! How can I find anyone else, when you’ve been bred into my bones—and are part of my flesh? Your blood runs fast when mine does! Your eyes burn when mine do—don’t deny it!”

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Petals on the wind

This novel delves into the intricate relationships and complex emotions within a family, set against the backdrop of a tumultuous era. The story revolves around themes of betrayal, love, and the lengths one might go to for revenge. more

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V.C. Andrews

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