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“The guy from the bar appeared silently at Uncle Billy's side, his expression cool and steady. He nodded at me once, and turned to my uncle. Seeing him face-to-face,I knew, absolutely, he wasn't just a regular customer. He was a complicationa. A big one. "Mo, meet Colin Donnelly. Your bodyguard.”

Quote by Erica O'Rourke

Book:Torn

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Torn

Torn delves into the complexities of human emotions and the internal battles that individuals face. The story follows characters navigating through intense emotional challenges, reflecting on the fragility and resilience of the human spirit. more

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Erica O'Rourke

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