Debbie Roth

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At twenty, she still looks as young as a schoolgirl, sitting in the back row, handbag primly on lap. In fact, she could be any girl in occupied Rome, on her way home from a factory or shop job, trying to meet her boyfriend before the curfew is enforced.
Every Time We Say Goodbye (Jane Austen Society, #3)
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