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“It's just hard to let go of someone, to let them drift away until they only exist in your memories. Once I do, I'll have to admit that maybe he never really existed at all.”

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Book:Hooked

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Hooked

This book delves into the psychological and neurological mechanisms that drive habits, offering insights into how to create and maintain positive habits while breaking negative ones. It combines scientific research with practical advice, aiming to help readers understand and change their own habits for the better. more

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Emily McIntire

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