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For many readers, certain books don't just tell a story; they capture a feeling so visceral it lingers long after the final page. Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman is exactly that kind of novel—a lush, sun-drenched meditation on first love, identity, and the ache of memory. He wasn't looking for just any summary; he
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