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“She looked at him fiercely, almost a glare, and Moody saw that her eyes, which he'd thought were hazel, were a deep jade green. At that moment Moody had a sudden clear understanding of what had already happened that morning: his life had been divided into a before and an after, and he would always be comparing the two.”

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Book:Little Fires Everywhere
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Little Fires Everywhere

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Celeste Ng
Celeste Ng

Celeste Ng is a contemporary American writer known for her insightful social commentary and delicate emotional portrayal. Her works often focus on family, identity, and racial issues, and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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