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“Quitting’s not hard. Deciding to quit is hard. Once you make that mental leap, the rest is easy.” “Really? Was that how you quit me?” And just like that, without thinking, without saying it in my head first, without arguing with myself for days, it’s out there. “So,” she says, as if speaking to an audience under the bridge. “He finally says it.”

Quote by Gayle Forman

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Where She Went

This book follows the journey of a young man who grapples with his past and the legacy of a lost love. more

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Gayle Forman
Gayle Forman

Gayle Forman is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on June 5, 1970, she is renowned for her emotionally rich and relatable stories that resonate with teenagers. more

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