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“And when Paul dove to embrace me, the look on his face was one of absolute, perfect joy—the kind of joy that can't be reproached, stolen, or marred—the kind that only the innocent or the ignorant are capable of experiencing.”

Quote by Tiffanie DeBartolo

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How to Kill a Rock Star

This book provides insights into the world of rock music, covering topics such as the challenges faced by rock stars, the dynamics of the music industry, and strategies for success. more

Author

Tiffanie DeBartolo
Tiffanie DeBartolo

Tiffanie DeBartolo is an American novelist celebrated for her distinctive and whimsical writing style. Born on November 27, 1970, she has gained recognition in the literary community for her unique voice. DeBartolo's novels frequently delve into themes of love, loss, and the intricate nature of human connections. more

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