Dear Helen,
Every night, I dreamed of that very moment I first met you. Now, that memory felt like it had only happened yesterday. I just want you to know that I still love you, mon chérie and always will.
Love,
Jean
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It Started in Paris
Chick-LitLauren goes to Paris for a business trip. She ignores the countless love letters that arrives at her door in her apartment in Paris. Her curiosity clicks her into opening the letters. Someone named Jean Hughe is the writer of the letters for...
