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“Think of me,' she said because it seemed like something a girl in a fairy tale might say. Think of me. Remember me. Love me. Turn me into a story you tell again and again. The sister who was good as gold and became a queen.”

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Book:Don't Breathe a Word
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Don't Breathe a Word

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Jennifer McMahon
Jennifer McMahon

Jennifer McMahon, born in 1968, is an American novelist known for her suspense and thriller novels. Her works are highly appreciated by readers for their complex characters and tense psychological descriptions, showcasing her unique style in literary creation. more

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