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“Who can you trust if not your sister? Who knows your story better than she? If you saw one Owens sister at the grocery, the other would be right beside her. If one was working in the garden, making certain the rows of herbs were weeded, her sister would be there as well, carrying a basket to collect the dandelion greens.”

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Book:The Book of Magic
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The Book of Magic

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Alice Hoffman
Alice Hoffman

Alice Hoffman is a renowned American contemporary novelist, born on March 16, 1952. Her works are known for their dreamlike narrative style and rich imagination, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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