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“Whaddaya want?" growled Viola, our small, surly, octogenarian waitress. What did I want? A job. A clue. A love. "Two coffees," Len answered for me. Coffee would do for now, I guess.”

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Megan McCafferty
Megan McCafferty

Megan McCafferty is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often explore the challenges and growth of adolescence and are beloved by young readers. more

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