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“He's holding my hand! A boy is holding my hand! This is happening! I should let go. I should blush and act shy. Like a girl from the movies. But that's not what I do. I hold on.”

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Book:Crushed
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G. Willow Wilson
G. Willow Wilson

G. Willow Wilson is an American writer known for her works in the fields of comics and novels. Her writing often explores themes of religion, cultural identity, and gender issues. Born on August 31, 1982, Wilson graduated from Columbia University with a Master's degree in Comparative Literature. more

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