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“They seem like a different race to me and I make sure never to get into disagreements with them, because any puny thing I say gets dashed on the rocks of their robust, shouty certainty.”

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Book:Anybody Out There?
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Anybody Out There?

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Marian Keyes
Marian Keyes

Marian Keyes is an Irish novelist known for her emotionally rich novels. Her works often revolve around themes of love, family, and female growth, and are highly appreciated by readers. more

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