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“Harper, did you just... did you just throw a pen at Liz?" "Oh my gosh, no, Mrs. Ford! I was just... um... writing really fast because there was so much information to take in, and I had, like, some lotion? On my hands? Anyway the pen flew out of my hand and hit Liz”

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Book:Rebel Belle
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Rebel Belle

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Rachel Hawkins
Rachel Hawkins

Rachel Hawkins, born on November 23, 1979, is a renowned American author. Known for her works in fantasy, horror, and young adult literature, she has gained a significant following among readers. more

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