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A Whirlwind of Color
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One great love. That's what every heart craves. I was lucky enough to find mine when I was 19. But I wouldn't describe myself as lucky now. My husband looks at me like I'm the light of his life. We live in a penthouse apartment that overlooks Central Park. My closet it filled with designer clothes and more pairs of shoes than I can count. I have everything I could possibly want at my fingertips. And I've accomplished my dream of writing a novel. I wrote my love story. Every kiss, every touch, e…
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- Author: Ivy Smoak
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1729535585
- ISBN-13: 9781729535585
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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One great love. That's what every heart craves. I was lucky enough to find mine when I was 19. But I wouldn't describe myself as lucky now.
My husband looks at me like I'm the light of his life. We live in a penthouse apartment that overlooks Central Park. My closet it filled with designer clothes and more pairs of shoes than I can count. I have everything I could possibly want at my fingertips. And I've accomplished my dream of writing a novel. I wrote my love story. Every kiss, every touch, every memory compiled in a manuscript. The pages make my heart ache, my tears flow freely, and my cheeks hurt from laughter. My whole life is written on these pages. I have the perfect husband. The perfect family. The perfect life. But I don't remember any of it.
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- Author: Ivy Smoak
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1729535585
- ISBN-13: 9781729535585
- Format: 12.7 x 20.3 x 1.7 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
One great love. That's what every heart craves. I was lucky enough to find mine when I was 19. But I wouldn't describe myself as lucky now.
My husband looks at me like I'm the light of his life. We live in a penthouse apartment that overlooks Central Park. My closet it filled with designer clothes and more pairs of shoes than I can count. I have everything I could possibly want at my fingertips. And I've accomplished my dream of writing a novel. I wrote my love story. Every kiss, every touch, every memory compiled in a manuscript. The pages make my heart ache, my tears flow freely, and my cheeks hurt from laughter. My whole life is written on these pages. I have the perfect husband. The perfect family. The perfect life. But I don't remember any of it.
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