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“You'll have lots of questions to answer as you get older. Who you are. Who you want to be. What you think about things. Like politics. And romances. And whether you'll be able to speak out or keep your mouth shut. It's always a challenge to work out the best way to live your life, and as much as everyone tells you what to do, ultimately how you do things is up to you.”

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Kate Jacobs
Kate Jacobs

Kate Jacobs, born on January 11, 1959, is a renowned American author. Her works span various genres, including novels, non-fiction, and children's literature. Jacobs' writing is celebrated for its emotional depth and rich imagination. more

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