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“What am I going to do? How can I not have a mother? How can I not have /my/ mother? We just talked tonight, when I got home from your new place. And now - she doesn’t exist anymore?”

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Book:The Interestings
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The Interestings

In this compelling narrative, the author delves into the complexities of friendship, ambition, and the passage of time, as the characters navigate the challenges and triumphs of their intertwined lives. more

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