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“There is no new beginning. No second chance. You turned to me and I wasn't there. You are dead. If I had taken your call, you would be alive. It's as blunt as that. I'm sorry.”

Quote by Rosamund Lupton

Book:Sister
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Sister

This book delves into the intricate dynamics of siblinghood, examining the love, conflict, and growth that define the bond between two sisters. more

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Rosamund Lupton
Rosamund Lupton

Rosamund Lupton is a British author born in 1964. Her works span various literary genres, including novels, poetry, and plays. Lupton is known for her unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

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