Muse
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Last published Sun, Mar 18, 2018
MUSE, Noun, /myooz/: the source of an artists inspiration.
Florence needs a fresh, free start.
Eric needs a new muse.
When an ad attracts Florence, the muse agreement is brought out.
But little do they know that more than inspiration will flow between them.
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