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“And the truth is, sometimes my sisters and I do get jealous, and sometimes we do say things to-and about-one another that are thoughtless and rude. We don't meant them, though. It's just whenever we're together, we slip into our old familiar roles.”

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Book:I Couldn't Love You More
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I Couldn't Love You More

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Jillian Medoff
Jillian Medoff

Jillian Medoff, born in 1963, is an accomplished writer whose works span various genres, including novels, plays, and poetry. Renowned for her insightful observations and unique narrative style, Medoff's works often delve into themes of family, identity, and gender. more

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