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“His heart still hammered away but he was strangely relieved. "Stop saying that, Sarah. You have nothing to be sorry about. This is my fault and intend on fixing it. But I won't let you back out now, sweetheart. I can't. It may not be too late for you but there's no turning back for me." ~Angel~ Forever Mine”

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Forever Mine

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Elizabeth Reyes

Elizabeth Reyes is an active author whose works span a variety of genres. Although her exact birth and death dates are unknown, her contributions to literature have been extensive. more

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