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“We don't forgive people because they deserve it. We forgive them because they need it--because we need it. I'm sure you felt much better after forgiving your son.”

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Bree Despain
Bree Despain

Bree Despain is an American author born in 1979. She is known for her fantasy novels, which blend mystery, adventure, and themes of growth. Her works are highly appreciated by young readers and have gained recognition in the literary world. more

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