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“Dear Angel Juan, You used to guard my sleep like a panther biting back my pain with the edge of your teeth. You carried me into the dark dream jungle, loping past the hungry vines, crossing the shiny fish-scale river. We left my tears behind in a chiming silver pool. We left my sorrow in the muddy hollows. When I woke up you were next to me, damp and matted, your eyes hazy, trying to remember the way I clung to you, how far down we went. Was the journey too far, Angel Juan? Did we go too far?”

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Book:Beautiful Boys: Missing Angel Juan and Baby Be-Bop
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Beautiful Boys: Missing Angel Juan and Baby Be-Bop

This novel delves into the complex relationships and emotional journeys of two boys, Juan and Be-Bop, as they navigate the challenges of life and the death of a close friend. The story is a poignant exploration of the human condition and the enduring power of friendship. more

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Francesca Lia Block
Francesca Lia Block

Francesca Lia Block, born on December 3, 1962, is an American author known for her works in young adult literature and fantasy novels. Her writing often delves into the emotional and growth aspects of adolescence, as well as supernatural elements. more

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