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“The package contained a collection of envelopes much like the first. They were all blue. They were all made of heavy paper. Good quality. The kind from one of those boutique paper stores. The front of each envelope was either illustrated in pen and ink or watercolor, and they were bundled together with an overstretched rubber band that had been doubled around them.”

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Book:13 Little Blue Envelopes
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13 Little Blue Envelopes

This book is a tale of self-discovery and exploration as the protagonist embarks on a series of unexpected adventures, guided by the cryptic messages within the little blue envelopes. more

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Maureen Johnson
Maureen Johnson

Maureen Johnson is an American author born on February 16, 1973. She is known for her works in young adult literature and mystery novels, which have gained her a wide readership. more

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