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“Because when I first saw you I thought─no, I knew─you were special. Because I still think that every time I look at you. Because I think you're smart and funny and brave. But most of all," he grins at me─ "because I like questions.”

Quote by Elizabeth Scott

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Stealing Heaven

Stealing Heaven is a work of fiction that delves into the concept of heaven and the moral dilemmas faced by its characters. The story is woven around historical figures and events, offering a rich tapestry of historical and philosophical intrigue. more

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Elizabeth Scott
Elizabeth Scott

Elizabeth Scott, born in 1972, is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works delve into the emotional and psychological changes of adolescents. more

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