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“I have fallen in love with you, and there is no future for us. That you burst into my life suddenly only a short time ago. That it's too fast, too soon, and you will leave the same way you came into my life. I'll turn around one day and you'll be gone.”

Quote by Rachel Gibson

Book:Lola Carlyle Reveals All
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Lola Carlyle Reveals All

In this novel, Lola Carlyle is portrayed as an individual who delves into the hidden aspects of life and society, revealing these truths to her audience. more

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Rachel Gibson
Rachel Gibson

Rachel Gibson, born in 1961, is a British author whose works span a variety of genres, including historical fiction, mystery, and science fiction. Known for her rich imagination and delicate writing style, Gibson's works have gained popularity among readers. more

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