You're All I Wanted
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Valorie wakes up in an unknown location, hazy and worn out. Where has her memory gone?
Many thanks to my friends Meredith and Charlie for helping me write this and organize my ideas into a story. I'm very thankful to have had a lot of my friends come together and spill in their ideas.
Special mention to my brother Anthony who proof-read everything to make sure there were no spelling/grammar mistakes and who added some of his personal details to my story. :)
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