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“That was the missed moment. I should have put out a hand and taken her arm and said, "Here I am. Ask me. Now. The real question! Tell me. While I'm here. Ask me before it's too late.”

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Book:A Month in the Country
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A Month in the Country

This novel is a reflective and introspective work that follows the experiences of a city-dweller as they spend a month in the English countryside. The story delves into the complexities of social interactions and the transformation of the protagonist's perspective on life and society. more

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J.L. Carr

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