"let's leave," she whispered, "on a ship with smooth white sails and wooden planks that smell like seaweed, with a prow that shines as the ghosts of mermaids dance across the deck."
“A rip-roaring satire on settling down and losing your identity to
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At what age should you put aside your childish ambitions, your youthful
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