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“He's an artist in London. We don't see him much." Tom gave him one of his quick, considering glances and asked, "Doesn't he live with you?" "No," said Indigo, finally saying out loud what he had known now for a long, long time. "Not really. Not anymore.”

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Hilary McKay
Hilary McKay

Hilary McKay is a renowned British children's writer, born on June 12, 1959. Her works are known for their delicate emotional portrayal and rich imagination, primarily focusing on children's literature. more

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