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“She stood up, went to the window by the door, stared mournfully out at the day. The rain had stopped. the sun had come out, burning heat through the trees, sucking the moisture right back up into the brilliant blue prairie sky, She saw the way this fierce naked light hit the empty street. She saw the sky with its thin line of evaporating clouds and tried to think about herself in the future. But no image would come. ... Nothing. The emptiness of it all filled her with dread.”

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Book:True Confessions of a Heartless Girl
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True Confessions of a Heartless Girl

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Martha Brooks
Martha Brooks

Martha Brooks is an American writer born on July 15, 1944. Her works are known for their delicate emotions and profound insights, primarily focusing on children's literature. more

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