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“Just wish it. But remember, it will only work if it's what you most desire. Do it now. We're running out of time." WHAT I MOST DESIRE. WHAT I MOST DESIRE. I looked into his electric eyes and made my wish. Then I popped the bean into my mouth and swallowed it whole. For a moment, the world stood still. We sat in a silent bubble, just us two, insulated from the snow and the wind. His eyes widened. "But, Katrina, that wish was supposed to be for you." "It's what I most desire." And it was.”

Quote by Suzanne Selfors

Book:Coffeehouse Angel
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Coffeehouse Angel

Coffeehouse Angel is a story that unfolds within the intimate setting of a quaint coffeehouse. The narrative delves into the lives of its patrons, intertwining their stories with themes of love, loss, and redemption. The protagonist, an enigmatic figure known as the Coffeehouse Angel, becomes a catalyst for change and transformation among the characters who frequent the establishment. more

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Suzanne Selfors
Suzanne Selfors

Suzanne Selfors is an American children's literature author, born in 1963. Her works, themed around fantasy and adventure, are highly favored by young readers. more

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