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“However well we got to know each other, there was always a magic. A mystery. We could lie in bed looking silently at each other, not needing to speak. Joe's eyes were never boring. He was never boring.”

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The Party Crasher

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Sophie Kinsella
Sophie Kinsella

Sophie Kinsella is a renowned British author, born on December 12, 1969. Her works are known for their humorous and light-hearted style, which has won the hearts of readers. Her most famous series includes 'Shopaholic' series. more

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