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“I close my eyes and he smells like him. His arms are his. Everything is normal, except I’m wearing clothes and he’s in a hospital robe, and we’re not in a hotel room. He is still him, wearing my heart on his sleeve. Everything I want, right here, in my arms.”

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Book:Mine
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Mine

This book delves into the lives of those involved in the mining industry, examining the physical and emotional toll of extracting resources from the earth. It offers a nuanced look at the economic, social, and environmental consequences of mining operations. more

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Katy Evans
Katy Evans

Katy Evans is a British author born on March 3, 1976. Her works primarily focus on modern love stories, which have gained great popularity among readers. more

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