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“What on earth did you say to Isola? She stopped in on her way to pick up Pride and Prejudice and to berate me for never telling her about Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. Why hadn't she known there were better love stories around? Stories not riddled with ill-adjusted men, anguish, death and graveyards!”

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Mary Ann Shaffer
Mary Ann Shaffer

Mary Ann Shaffer was a talented writer known for her unique literary style and profound emotional insight. Her works often explore themes of family, love, and identity, and have been beloved by readers. more

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