Lolita
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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., juil. 2, 2015
I looked and looked at her, and I knew as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I'd ever seen or imagined on earth. A/N: This story was inspired by the book and movie Lolita. I am in love with it and I tried to recreate it with some of my own twist on it...I hope you enjoy. I take quotes from books and songs so if you recognize something, it's probably from it. Credit goes to them. I am not finished with this book yet! Enjoy. -Diana
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