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“I don't like remembering the way that hurt her. Hurts her. I'm sure it still does; I'm just not around to see, and I don't like dwelling on that, either. That's only normal. Missing people you still love, and not wanting to see them in pain and angry and humiliated.”

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Book:The Drowning Girl
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The Drowning Girl

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Caitlín R. Kiernan

Caitlín R. Kiernan is an American author known for her fantasy and horror novels. Her works often explore themes of human nature, supernatural phenomena, and the conflict between technology and nature. Born on May 26, 1964, Kiernan began her writing career in the 1980s. more

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