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“Paula shook her head and rolled her eyes. "I already explained that to you. One half plus one half equals one. That's a whole. Together we are his whole sister." "That's right." Patrice said. " I forgot.”

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Roland Smith
Roland Smith

Roland Smith is an American author known for his children's literature. His works often blend elements of adventure, fantasy, and realism, making them popular among young readers. more

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