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“The Basics: The canals of Venice are a wonder to behold. There are no cars in Venice. There are no roads. Want to get somewhere? Walk, take a boat, or swim. Just kidding. Don't swim. The water's disgusting.”

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Book:I See London, I See France
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I See London, I See France

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Sarah Mlynowski
Sarah Mlynowski

Sarah Mlynowski, born on January 4, 1977, is an American writer known for her young adult literature. Her works are characterized by humor and light-hearted school stories, which have gained great popularity among young readers. Mlynowski's novels often explore the emotional, friendship, and family relationships of adolescence. more

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