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“I had no problem being on my own. My grandfather had raised me to depend on myself. My problems came when I tried to fit myself into someone else’s life, especially when that meant giving up a part of myself in the process. So I waited until I didn’t have to. Until it felt like someone fit effortlessly. Or maybe that’s too easy - maybe it’s more accurate to say that what was required to be with Owen didn’t feel like effort. It felt like details.”

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Book:The Last Thing He Told Me
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The Last Thing He Told Me

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Laura Dave
Laura Dave

Laura Dave, born on July 18, 1977, is an accomplished American novelist. Known for her humorous, warm, and emotionally profound writing, her works have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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