Stephanie Tom
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Born
in New York, The United States
May 30
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Member Since
January 2014
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/stom1
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My Heart is a Mausoleum but Only out of Necessity
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Travel Log at the End of the World
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2019
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The Many Misadventures of the Pinedale Middle School Badminton Team
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2013
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2 editions
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The Whimsical Musings of Stephanie: A Book of Poems
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2013
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2 editions
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Hypertrophic Literary - Winter 2016
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2016
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"This is my book! My ridiculous, absurd, gremlin book. It's coming out in a month and I can't wait to share it with you all.
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“It looks as though your shop is doing well," Luka said gazing around, "Could you help me find a gift for a lady friend of mine?"
My heart plunged to my grenn satin slippers, and I had to stare down at Azarte for a minute, petting him hard. Naturally Luka had a "lady friend." She was probably nobly born: the daughter of a count or a duke. I imagined her having thick dark hair and clear skin, and was bitterly jealous. "Of course," I stammered after a time. "What would she like? A gown? A sash?" If she came in for a fitting, I decided to "accidentlly" poke her with every pin.”
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My heart plunged to my grenn satin slippers, and I had to stare down at Azarte for a minute, petting him hard. Naturally Luka had a "lady friend." She was probably nobly born: the daughter of a count or a duke. I imagined her having thick dark hair and clear skin, and was bitterly jealous. "Of course," I stammered after a time. "What would she like? A gown? A sash?" If she came in for a fitting, I decided to "accidentlly" poke her with every pin.”
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