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“I like to imagine Dad waiting for her on the dance floor at The Cab, one hand behind his straight back, the other hand outstretched, ready to take hers, to swing her away.”

Quote by Liane Moriarty

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Here One Moment

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Liane Moriarty
Liane Moriarty

Liane Moriarty, born on November 15, 1966, is an acclaimed Australian author known for her humorous and insightful writing that delves into the complexities of human nature. Her works have gained popularity for their engaging storytelling and thought-provoking themes. more

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