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“The words kept coming and he could not stop them, not while Callie was standing there so indecipherably, and so he was going to keep talking until he used up all the words there were and then no one would be able to talk to anyone else anymore and then all anyone would have left were one another's unintelligible faces, and maybe some weird gesturing, too, and it would be all Oscar's fault.”

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The Real Boy

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Anne Ursu
Anne Ursu

Anne Ursu is a renowned children's literature author, known for her rich imagination and profound emotional depth in her works. more

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