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“No, I'm not sad And though I say nothing I want to talk. I'm waiting for you to smile Then I'll smile too And we can begin. Are you like me? Does it go on forever Waiting to smile?”

Quote by William Nicholson

Book:Firesong
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Firesong

Firesong is a work of fantasy literature that delves into the realms of magic and the forces that shape an individual's destiny. The story follows a protagonist who discovers they possess a unique ability, leading them on a journey of self-discovery and adventure. more

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William Nicholson
William Nicholson

William Nicholson, born on January 12, 1948, is a British screenwriter whose works span across film, theater, and television. Known for his profound themes and exquisite narrative skills, Nicholson has made significant contributions to the industry. more

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Book:THE CATCHER IN THE RYE
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