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“It was a small ceremony at the town hall, and they didn't exchange wedding rings, but they kissed for so long at the counter in the hall of records that they were asked to leave.”

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Book:Practical magic
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Practical magic

This book is a blend of fantasy and family drama, following the story of two sisters who discover they are descendants of a long line of witches. Set in a small town, the narrative delves into the challenges and triumphs they face as they learn to harness their magical abilities while navigating the complexities of life and love. more

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Alice Hoffman
Alice Hoffman

Alice Hoffman is a renowned American contemporary novelist, born on March 16, 1952. Her works are known for their dreamlike narrative style and rich imagination, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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