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“Her dad shows up, and instead of getting mad at Denise, he wraps his arm around her and helps her to his car like she's crippled. I could've crippled her. Missed my chance.”

Quote by Darynda Jones

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Brighter Than the Sun

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Darynda Jones
Darynda Jones

Darynda Jones, born in 1965, is an acclaimed American author known for her unique sense of humor and emotional depth in her novels. Her works have gained widespread attention and praise from readers. more

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