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“Why are you so set on it being Caitriona?" Neve asked. "Why are you so certain it's not?" I countered. "I don't understand why you're defending her when she treated you so horribly." "Why not?" Neve asked absently as she returned to her book. "I still defend you to the others.”

Quote by Alexandra Bracken

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Silver in the Bone

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Alexandra Bracken
Alexandra Bracken

Alexandra Bracken is an American author recognized for her contributions to young adult fiction. Born on February 27, 1987, she has become well-known for her novels that blend fantasy and romance elements, offering captivating stories to young readers. more

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