Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head — Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head — Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head — Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head — Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head — Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
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Maggie had a sinking suspicion that those stories her Aunt Lizzie told her, the ones that sent her to bed with her head full of leprechauns and fairies, may be more than fairytales after all.

— Sara Humphreys, Luck of the Irish
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