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“Having a sister, mom says, is a place only the two of them will share, made of secrets they never have to say aloud - but if they did, it would be in a language only the two of them could speak. Having a sister is a promise no one but the two of you can make - and no one but the two of you can break.”

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Courtney Summers
Courtney Summers

Courtney Summers is an American writer known for her young adult novels. Her works often delve into the psychological and social issues of teenagers, gaining popularity among readers. more

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