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“They may be complete strangers, with different lives and different problems, but there in that examination room they are measuring sadness the same way. They are measuring it in loss.”

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Book:I Have Lost My Way
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I Have Lost My Way

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Gayle Forman
Gayle Forman

Gayle Forman is an American author known for her young adult literature. Born on June 5, 1970, she is renowned for her emotionally rich and relatable stories that resonate with teenagers. more

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