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“Imposter is pure adrenaline! Anthony John rebuilds the teen thriller genre with a novel that is whip-smart,devious, and tremendous fun.”
“Imposter is pure adrenaline! Anthony John rebuilds the teen thriller genre with a novel that is whip-smart,devious, and tremendous fun.”
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Mirella and Howard are floundering. Two careers, two troubled children, a dilapidated colonial house outside Boston. The exploding laundry, the dog getting into the trash again. Then along comes Randi, a dream of a nanny, who cooks, cleans-even makes her own Play-Doh. Not only does she win over the children, the whole neighbourhood approves of her.
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If you think all the WWE drama unfolds inside the ring, then think again.
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