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“The night before, I'd gone overboard with my Lila poems, and maybe it's true that I was hoping that in them he'd see the genius of me, the beauty of my words in his hands.”

Quote by Beth Kephart

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Undercover

This book is a gripping tale of intrigue and deception, following the journey of a spy navigating the complexities of the shadowy world of espionage. more

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Beth Kephart
Beth Kephart

Beth Kephart is an American author born in 1960. Her works span across various genres including novels, essays, and poetry, known for their profound emotion and delicate writing style. more

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