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“I saw his beautiful face with my closed eyes. Maybe he wasn’t real. Maybe he was an illusion. Maybe he happened to me in my imagination. But the pressure in my chest, damn, that felt real.”

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Book:IF TOMORROW COMES
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IF TOMORROW COMES

In this thought-provoking novel, the author delves into the complexities of life, death, and the mysteries that lie beyond the present moment. The story follows a character who grapples with the concept of time and the potentiality of tomorrow, prompting readers to reflect on their own mortality and the nature of existence. more

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