Debbie Roth

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she saw the black moth every time darkness fell. It followed her up the stairs into her rented room, then disappeared from sight. She told herself it was a figment of her imagination, made up of shadows and fear, but why then could she hear its wings flutter, why was it in the corner of every room?
When We Flew Away: A Novel of Anne Frank Before the Diary
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