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Dogs Cry Too

Dogs Cry Too

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mer., févr. 22, 2017
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Carlotta Summers, otherwise known as Lottie, is in a fix. She's moved out from the Shelter she was living at, and trying to find a job. Soon, the 15-year-old girl stumbles upon a small animal shelter-Paws for Life- and becomes a paid volunteer. As she returns home one night, she notices a stray hanging around the front of her small house. She feeds the dog, dubbed Joyanna, and lets her spend the night. After a week of appearing, the dog dissapears. Lottie soon finds her at the same shelter she works at, but a man has claimed that Joyanna is his dog-and Lottie fears for Joy's life. Follow their story of friendship, love, heartbreak, and happy returns. Credit to @Talks-a-lot-88 for the cover :)
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Book 1 of the "Used to Be" Series Scarlett Fisher: the school's resident mean girl. Beautiful, smart (but doesn't let people know), charismatic, confident (or at least that's what everyone thinks.) The truth is, she's scared, Scared that one day people will see past her smile and charm, and see the person she really is on the inside. Scared that someone will remember who she used to be. ~•~ Now I know I seem like a bitch, and your probably thinking I'm your stereotypical mean girl, but I wasn't always like this, back when high school first started. I had a best friend who I thought I would be friends with forever. I was shy and timid, and I was foolish enough to believe what people told me. Back then everyone knew me as Arora. After the incident I decided to stop going by my first name, I had also learned that being mean, and not taking anything form anyone was the only way to get people to treat you with respect. ~•~ Arora Fisher: the girl most people didn't notice until they needed help with homework, the girl who was voted most likely to disappear and no one would notice. The girl who her believed in the good in others, who wanted to just give people a chance, no matter how many red flags. The girl who was lost to tragedy. ~•~ "We'll be broken together." He try's to smile, but he can't manage it and I nod, knowing how much pain he feels. "We'll be broken together." I whisper, after that we sit there, in an empty silence, neither of us wanting to be the first one to speak again, because it feels off, like the sound of our own voices might somehow break our hearts more.

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