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Agnes and the Hitman

The story follows Agnes, a young woman with a mysterious past, who finds herself entangled with a hitman. The narrative explores themes of trust, vulnerability, and the complexities of human relationships. more

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Jennifer Crusie
Jennifer Crusie

Jennifer Crusie, born in 1949, is a renowned American female author. Her works are known for their humor, wit, and profound emotional descriptions, which have won her a large following among readers. more

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