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“you think you've never been wrong before?"-alex "sure i have why just last week I bought bobbi brown sandwash petal lip gloss when the pink blossom color would have looked so much better with my complexion. needless to say the purchase was a total disaster"- brittney "ill bet"-alex. "havent you ever been wrong before?"-brittany "absolutely. last week, when i robbed that bank over by the walgreens, I told the teller to hand over all the fifties he had in the till. what i really should have asked for was the twenties 'cause there were way more twenties than fifties"- alex "what a disaster"- brittany”

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Perfect Chemistry

This book delves into the lives of two teenagers, showcasing their evolving bond and the challenges they face as they navigate the complexities of high school and personal growth. more

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Simone Elkeles
Simone Elkeles

Simone Elkeles is an American author born on April 24, 1970. Her works primarily focus on the lives of teenagers and interpersonal relationships, winning widespread acclaim for her realistic and delicate writing style. more

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