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“It is a truth universally acknowledged that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require one most.”

Quote by Anna Godbersen

Book:Envy

Work

Envy

Envy is a fictional narrative that delves into the complexities of human emotions, particularly focusing on the destructive nature of envy and its impact on personal relationships and societal dynamics. more

Author

Anna Godbersen
Anna Godbersen

Anna Godbersen is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on April 10, 1980, she graduated from Columbia University. Godbersen's works are typically set in New York City, depicting the stories of teenagers from the upper class. more

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