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“To his surprise, Jean kissed him. So often in the past, teasing, she had said she would, one day. Now she did, and it was a quick and fragrant touch to his lips that gave him courage and, even before he started out made him yearn to come back home.”

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Lois Lowry
Lois Lowry

Lois Lowry is an American author renowned for her works in children's and young adult literature. Her books often explore social and political issues, with her most famous work being 'The Giver', which has been praised for its profound themes and rich imagination. more

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