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“There, I was hit again with a feeling I'd had rather frequently as of late. Deep in the night, or even in broad daylight, a sense of the transitory would abruptly arise, shocking me, slapping my clueless self with the truth of my own age and how much time had already passed, and so suddenly too, it seemed. It would hit hard. And it made me want to keep hold of everything and to toss it away. How could you even talk about that? What were the words for it? I just didn't know where it all went and how it went that fast. What we lost over a lifetime seemed so great.”

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Book:The Secrets She Keeps
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Deb Caletti
Deb Caletti

Deb Caletti is an American author known for her young adult literature. Her works often delve into the emotional and challenging aspects of adolescence, enjoying great popularity among young readers. more

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