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“She was still loping around on all fours, her fists blue-white from the strain. As if she were holding a secret tight to the ground. Sister Maria de la Guardia would sigh every time she saw her. "Caramba!" She'd sit down with Mirabella and pry her fingers apart. "You see?" she'd say softly, again and again. "What are you holding on to? Nothing, little one. Nothing.”

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Book:St. Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
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Karen Russell
Karen Russell

Karen Russell is an acclaimed American novelist, born on July 10, 1981. Her works are known for their unique imagination, rich symbolism, and profound social insights. Russell's novels often explore themes of human-nature relationships, cultural conflicts, and the exploration of personal identity. more

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