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“I guess the difference between Gin and me is that when Gin got shut in the barn she thought Edmond didn't love her anymore but because I could feel Edmond out there somewhere always loving me I didn't have to howl all night.”

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Meg Rosoff
Meg Rosoff

Meg Rosoff, born in 1956, is a British writer known for her profound psychological descriptions and unique narrative style. Her works, including 'How I Live Now' and 'Proof of Heaven', often explore themes such as youth growth, family relationships, and war, and have been well-received by readers. more

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