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“I felt Mr. Smith's pop bottle in my hand, and for a second I couldn't remember why I would be carrying such a thing. I know. I'm almost ashamed of it now—the fact that ten seconds with a boy had driven my mission from my mind. But I did look at it, and I did remember who I was—why I was there—and I knew it was time to forget about boys and trash cans and cats named Suzie; I remembered what was real and what was legend.”

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Book:I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You
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I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You

This novel delves into the lives of students at a high school where a mysterious and exclusive group holds significant influence. The story is told from the perspective of a new student who becomes entangled in the group's secrets and dangers. more

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Ally Carter
Ally Carter

Ally Carter is an American author known for her young adult novels, characterized by suspense and espionage themes, which have gained popularity among young readers. more

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