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“My team." A Spiritual Humanist cleaner, an old mobster, an addled swamp rat, and an angry food columnist. "We'll get 'em next time," Garth said between coughs. "Wasn't all your fault," Joey said, trying to get his shirttail up to his eyes. Go team, Shane thought, and pointed them in the direction of the Defender.”

Quote by Jennifer Crusie

Book:Agnes and the Hitman
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Agnes and the Hitman

The story follows Agnes, a young woman with a mysterious past, who finds herself entangled with a hitman. The narrative explores themes of trust, vulnerability, and the complexities of human relationships. more

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Jennifer Crusie
Jennifer Crusie

Jennifer Crusie, born in 1949, is a renowned American female author. Her works are known for their humor, wit, and profound emotional descriptions, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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