The Novelist

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Not sure of what would she write, she realize, she would write about herself. About how she was caught by her great love. About how she felt that night. On how she’s surrounded by the magic of someone’s heart. Of something that she knew would last forever.

But forever’s not her word. She’s more of an ALWAYS..

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