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“Why are you putting on lip gloss, my daughter?" Dad asked ." Trip to the library? Trip to the nunnery? I hear the nunneries are nice this time of year." "Not a date; I still remember Claud," Rusty said, and grabbed her ankle. " I forbid it." "You introduced me to Claud," Kami pointed out. "I'm a bad person," Rusty mumbled. "I do bad things." "Is this true, Kami? Are you going out on a date?" Dad asked tragically. "wearing that? Wouldn't you fancy a shapeless cardigan instead? You rock a shapeless cardigan honey.”

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Book:Unspoken
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Unspoken

In this narrative, the author delves into the complexities of human interaction and the power of unspoken words, weaving a story that challenges the reader's perception of communication and its limitations. more

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Sarah Rees Brennan
Sarah Rees Brennan

Sarah Rees Brennan, born on September 21, 1983, is a talented writer whose works span various literary genres, including fantasy, horror, and young adult fiction. She is known for her unique narrative style and profound portrayal of complex character relationships. more

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