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“In the contemporary section, my fingers paused on a small paperback tucked into the shelf, the first in a series of five that was never finished. Even as I took it off the shelf, and flipped through the pages, I already knew the first line--- There was only one road in and one road out of Eloraton, New York, and most people never took it. But I had.”

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Book:A Novel Love Story
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