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“That moment when you are tired of being treated like a child, tired of adolescence too, that suddenly opening but quickly closing passage, when you irreversibly want to grow up, is a dangerous time.”

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Book:In One Person
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In One Person

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John Irving
John Irving

John Irving is an American novelist known for his intricate narrative structures and profound character development. His works often explore themes of family, love, morality, and identity, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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