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“Cathy, don't look so defeated. She was only trying to put us down again. Maybe nothing did work out right for her, but that doesn't mean we are doomed. Let's go forth tomorrow with no great expectations of finding perfection. Then, expecting only a small share of happiness, we won't be disappointed.”

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Flowers in the Attic

This novel delves into the dark secrets of a dysfunctional family, as young siblings are forced to hide in an attic to escape their abusive parents. The story is a gripping exploration of the psychological impact of trauma and the strength of familial bonds. more

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V.C. Andrews

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