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“To be candid, things hadn’t been good in our house since I’d turned thirteen and, as Mom put it, lost my mind overnight. Which meant I’d changed from an obedient child who never gave anyone a second’s trouble into an obnoxious teenager who left wet towels on the bathroom floor and dirty dishes in front of the television, played loud music and argued about everything from politics to curfews.”

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Look for Me by Moonlight

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Mary Downing Hahn
Mary Downing Hahn

Mary Downing Hahn, born on December 9, 1937, is an American author of children's literature. Known for her works that focus on horror and mystery, she has gained popularity among readers. more

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