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“And yeah, I know most people would think it weird that two guy friends touch as much as we do, but when you choose your family, you get to choose how it is between you, too. This is how we work. I hope you get to choose your family and I hope it means as much to you as mine does to me.”

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Book:The Rest of Us Just Live Here
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The Rest of Us Just Live Here

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Patrick Ness
Patrick Ness

Patrick Ness, born on October 17, 1971, is a renowned author from the United Kingdom. Known for his unique writing style and engaging narratives, Ness has made a significant impact in the realm of young adult literature. His works often delve into complex human relationships and emotional experiences, resonating with both young readers and literary critics. more

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