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“Gone was the cream and rose complexion he'd remembered. She was tan, which changed everything. What with the loose, wild hair, it lent an almost... heathenish edge, giving her normally pretty blue gaze a somewhat piercing, laser-like quality. Conversely, though she'd always been a sturdy thing, lithe, but strong and solid, at the moment, she looked... enveloped by the chef coat she wore, as if it were a size too big, or she'd suddenly grown smaller.”

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Sugar Rush

Sugar Rush is a gripping narrative that delves into the complexities of addiction, particularly focusing on the impact of excessive sugar consumption on individuals and society. The story follows characters who are entangled in a web of addiction, illustrating the physical, emotional, and social repercussions of their choices. The novel challenges readers to reflect on the role of sugar in modern life and its potential dangers. more

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Donna Kauffman

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