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“Sandry: "I am silly, now and then. My mother said I was, anyway." Daja: "If you know, you can stop it." Sandry: "Then you've never been silly or you'd know it just creeps up without any warning.”

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Sandry's Book

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Tamora Pierce
Tamora Pierce

Tamora Pierce is an American writer known for her young adult literature. Her works often explore themes of gender, power, and growth, and are highly appreciated by young readers. more

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