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“Still, he was another guy in the house, and Mom was mine first, and her being my mom is a thousand times more important than her being some guy's girlfriend. So even though Booth wasn't trying to run the show, he was still in the way.”

Quote by Jack Gantos

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What Would Joey Do?

This book delves into the philosophy and values of Joey, a beloved character from a widely recognized television series, providing readers with insights and practical tips for navigating everyday life. more

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Jack Gantos
Jack Gantos

Jack Gantos, born on July 2, 1951, is a renowned American children's literature author. His works are known for their humor, authenticity, and educational value, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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