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“I wonder how it's possible that Officer Williams can seem so composed. The air reeks with fear, from animals, birds, people. From me. And yet she doesn't seem worried about herself. Just other people. Weird, the way some humans stick their necks out for others. Doesn't make a whole lot of sense, does it?”

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Book:The One and Only Bob
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The One and Only Bob

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Katherine Applegate
Katherine Applegate

Katherine Applegate is an American author renowned for her children's literature. Born in July 1956, she is praised for her unique narrative style and profound insights into social issues. more

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