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“Stuff happens to most people. One thing going wrong, I mean. One family member missing a chance to help. One who cuts you off. One person with her own shit to deal with. One of those things isn't enough to send you falling through the cracks. But all of them together, they accumulate. An abandoned mother here. A missing uncle there. A disappearing father 2 generations back. A friendship broken by fear or mistrust or addiction. Genes that make you vulnerable to certain problems. Two children who aren't loved right meeting up when they're not really adults yet and having 2 more children who aren't loved right. It adds up. It all adds up.”

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Gem & Dixie

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Sara Zarr
Sara Zarr

Sara Zarr is an American author born on October 3, 1970. Her works are known for their deep character development and emotional nuance, primarily focusing on young adult literature. Zarr's books explore themes such as the challenges of adolescence, family relationships, and self-discovery. more

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