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“Which type of wedding gown best suits you? If you are lucky enough to be tall and slender, you can pretty much get away with any type or shape of gown. That is why models are tall and slender—anything looks good on them!”

Quote by Meg Cabot

Book:Queen of Babble in the Big City
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Queen of Babble in the Big City

This novel follows the adventures of a talkative protagonist as she navigates the bustling urban landscape, offering a comedic look at the challenges and triumphs of city living. more

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Meg Cabot
Meg Cabot

Meg Cabot, born on February 1, 1967, is an American author renowned for her light-hearted and imaginative writing style, particularly in the realm of young adult literature. Her works, including the 'Daisy Davenport' series and the 'Princess Diaries' series, have gained widespread popularity worldwide and have been adapted into films and television shows. more

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