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“We had this time. We had this little bit of time together for being honest. It felt sharp and finite, like it could end any second without warning. "I know you want me to be different than I am," I said. "But you could have helped me be more of what you wanted by actually talking to me. Telling me things.”

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Book:Gem & Dixie
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Gem & Dixie

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Sara Zarr
Sara Zarr

Sara Zarr is an American author born on October 3, 1970. Her works are known for their deep character development and emotional nuance, primarily focusing on young adult literature. Zarr's books explore themes such as the challenges of adolescence, family relationships, and self-discovery. more

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