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“He makes you feel like you're the only person worth having a conversation with, and then he goes a year without having a conversation with you. The disappointment is vast. He will never build that model car with you, he will cancel dinner plans and birthday plans and vacation plans. He will choose work and someone else over you. He will break your charmed hopeful heart time and time again.”

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Book:Thief
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Thief

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Tarryn Fisher
Tarryn Fisher

Tarryn Fisher is a contemporary author known for her unique narrative style and profound emotional descriptions. Her exact birth and death dates are unknown. more

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