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“I could smell garlic, butter, and wine - the world's most delicious flavor combination. It made me feel warm, like the first few sips of wine always do.”

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Book:The Violets of March
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The Violets of March

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Sarah Jio
Sarah Jio

Sarah Jio is an American author born on February 18, 1978. Her works are known for their delicate emotional descriptions and captivating storylines, which have won her a wide audience. more

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