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“Sometimes good men need to do things that aren't good. Right?" I ruffle his hair. Luis is way more innocent than I was at his age. "You know, I think you're gonna be the smartest Fuentes yet, little bro.”

Quote by Simone Elkeles

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Perfect Chemistry

This book delves into the lives of two teenagers, showcasing their evolving bond and the challenges they face as they navigate the complexities of high school and personal growth. more

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Simone Elkeles
Simone Elkeles

Simone Elkeles is an American author born on April 24, 1970. Her works primarily focus on the lives of teenagers and interpersonal relationships, winning widespread acclaim for her realistic and delicate writing style. more

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