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“I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. "I don't want to miss her." Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. "Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right now." I frowned. "I need her more than Jesus does.”

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Walking Disaster

Walking Disaster is a compelling narrative that delves into the emotional turmoil of its central character, offering readers a poignant and introspective look at the human condition. more

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Jamie McGuire
Jamie McGuire

Jamie McGuire is an American author born on November 6, 1978. She is known for her romantic novels, particularly the Beautiful Lies series, which has gained a large following and was adapted into a film. McGuire's works are celebrated for their emotional depth and complex character relationships. more

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