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The Vinyl Princess

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Yvonne Prinz

Yvonne Prinz is a renowned author whose works span various genres, including novels, essays, and poetry. Her writing is admired for its profound emotions and rich imagination. more

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“There might have been prettier women in the room but, when she turned those babies on, fluttered her eyelashes, I was hers. It had taken me nearly fifteen years to extinguish their light. Now, when she looks at me, it's a vacuum. I had drained so much from her over the course of our marriage that every glance rips a little bit of my soul away to fill the void I had whittled within her.”

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