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“Uh, puedo hablar con Andrew Nelson, por favor?" I asked, feeling like an idiot. "Quien?" "El americano," I explained. "Muy grande americano." In trying to describe my father, I sounded like I was ordering coffee. But it worked.”

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Kate Klise
Kate Klise

Kate Klise, born in 1963, is an American author known for her works in children's literature. She is particularly skilled in writing historical novels and adventure stories, which have won her numerous awards and are beloved by readers. more

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