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“The loss of her is already too much and then there’s the other thing – the end of being loved in the way only my sister could love me. What I feel for her survives and that hurts like battery acid every minute, but worse is that what she felt for me died with her. I will never be loved like that again.”

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Book:An Isolated Incident
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An Isolated Incident

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Emily Maguire
Emily Maguire

Emily Maguire, born in 1976, is an Australian novelist known for her insightful social commentary and nuanced portrayal of women's experiences. Her novels often explore themes such as social justice, gender equality, and mental health. more

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