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“The obvious," Noah goes on, a little out of breath, "being that he is probably some super secret assassin or something. And I'm not as tough as I look." "That's OK," I tell him. "I'm way tougher than you look.”

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Book:All Fall Down
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All Fall Down

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Ally Carter
Ally Carter

Ally Carter is an American author known for her young adult novels, characterized by suspense and espionage themes, which have gained popularity among young readers. more

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