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“First, I'm not getting married, so you can forget the wife. Second, if I was insane enough to get married, I wouldn't have kids. Third, if I was insane enough to get married and have kids, it would be a cold day in hell I'd let you babysit.”

Quote by Jennifer Crusie

Book:Bet Me
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Bet Me

Bet Me is a contemporary romance novel that follows the story of a bet between two friends, which becomes a catalyst for their personal development and unexpected romantic entanglements. The book explores themes of friendship, love, and the complexities of human relationships. more

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Jennifer Crusie
Jennifer Crusie

Jennifer Crusie, born in 1949, is a renowned American female author. Her works are known for their humor, wit, and profound emotional descriptions, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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