1973.
My hand scribbled the number on my sketchbook then followed my birth year above the number. It took me seconds before I could come up with the solution. Twenty-six. Twenty-freaking-six years was the number that stood between us, blocking me from going any further, but did remind me of someone who shared the same circumstance, making me wonder how young people who married off with someone way older did it.
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1973: Secrets Of Anna Tucker
JugendliteraturAnna Tucker desperately needed a vacation from her stressful life in college, and John Aarons was the perfect tour guide. Sooner or later, an unexpected admiration grew inside her, mixing and rising emotions that she has never felt before. But she b...
