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“Manchee comes outta the bushes and sits down next to me cuz I’ve stopped right there in the middle of a trail. He looks around to see what I might be seeing and then he says, ”Good poo, Todd.” ”I’m sure it was, Manchee.” I’d better not get another ruddy dog when my birthday comes. What I want this year is a hunting knife like the one Ben carries on the back of his belt. Now that’s a present for a man. “Poo,” Manchee’s says quietly.”

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Book:The Knife of Never Letting Go
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The Knife of Never Letting Go

In this gripping dystopian narrative, Todd, a young boy living in a world where every thought is an echo, embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the secrets of his world. As he navigates the treacherous landscape, Todd must confront the dark forces that threaten not only his own survival but the existence of humanity itself. more

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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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