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“Why can't you just lie and cheat like the others?" Dan snapped. "Can't you just see that's better than being nice one minute and then turning around and selling us out? It may be very Cahill, but it stinks! Grace had a saying: Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, I'll conk you with this pet carrier!”

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The Emperor's Code

This book delves into the life and governance of an emperor, exploring the principles and strategies that define their rule. It examines the intricacies of leadership and the moral dilemmas faced by a monarch in a time of political and social upheaval. more

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Gordon Korman
Gordon Korman

Gordon Korman, born on October 23, 1963, is a renowned Canadian author specializing in young adult literature. His works are highly appreciated for their humor and insightful exploration of various issues faced by teenagers. more

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