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“Amy sulked. 'And they're not even talking about anything. They never are. Just loads and loads of nonsense.' Meg patted her sister's arm. 'Only they know what they're talking about, Amy, but I do believe - in their own way - it's not nonsense.' 'Shipwrecks and sunken manuscripts and Jo's Venetian?!' Amy looked at Meg, confused. 'If that's not nonsense, what is it?' Meg circled her arm affectionately around her little sister's slender shoulders. 'He's Jo's Cherry King, don't you see?' 'I do,' said Amy. 'But does she?”

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Jo & Laurie

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Margaret Stohl
Margaret Stohl

Margaret Stohl, born in 1967, is an American author known for her works in young adult literature and fantasy novels. Her books have gained popularity among readers. more

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