History is fiction. — Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
History is fiction. — Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
History is fiction. — Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
History is fiction. — Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
History is fiction. — Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
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History is fiction.

— Jennifer Donnelly, Revolution
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