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“Enough.” I rolled my eyes and would’ve smacked him with my laptop if I wasn’t worried his hard head would break my computer. “Please don’t make me throw up.” He finally glanced my way, the corner of his mouth quirked up into a crooked smile. “God, I’ve missed you.”

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Blue Moon

In this thought-provoking novel, the author explores the consequences of a world where the moon has turned blue, symbolizing a catastrophic event. The story delves into the lives of individuals and communities as they navigate a new reality marked by scarcity, conflict, and the struggle for survival. Themes of environmentalism, societal breakdown, and the resilience of the human spirit are central to the narrative. more

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