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“Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was.”

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Mary Balogh
Mary Balogh

Mary Balogh is a renowned British novelist, born on March 24, 1944. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and romantic storylines, which have won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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