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“Tread carefully on soil that could burn your soul into one hundred pieces, a woman that has no desire to love is not the one to fill that void that burns your soul. A dream of her will come and you will not let go but take this as a grain of salt when love comes into your arms and reaches into you with passion. Celeste Rayne”

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Book:Happily Ever After
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