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“You know I can do it, Kaz, and you know I'm not going to refuse. So why ask?" "Because I've been looking for an excuse to talk to you for two days.”

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Book:Six of Crows
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Six of Crows

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Leigh Bardugo
Leigh Bardugo

Leigh Bardugo is a contemporary American author known for her fantasy novels. Born on April 6, 1975, she graduated from Stanford University with a degree in Comparative Literature. Bardugo's works have received critical acclaim for their complex characters, rich imagination, and profound themes. more

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