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“They served "Good Food" but only a G, an O and a D were lit up. Personally, I doubted God dined there. Unless God was keen on samonella poisoning and rat droppings in the hamburgers. But then again, what did I know?”

Quote by Julie Kenner

Book:Torn
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Torn

Torn delves into the complexities of human emotions and the internal battles that individuals face. The story follows characters navigating through intense emotional challenges, reflecting on the fragility and resilience of the human spirit. more

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Julie Kenner
Julie Kenner

Julie Kenner, born in 1965, is a renowned American author known for her adult literature. Her works are appreciated for their unique style and poignant emotional descriptions. more

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