Dirty Broken Things: A Novel

Dirty Broken Things: A Novel

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Brooke's life is falling apart. So is Charles'. Brooke and Charles have broken up. Brooke isn't taking it so well. Charles is completely M.I.A. A month ago, Brooke and Charles were happy. Now, Brooke spends her weeks working and her weekends crying over Charles because she has nothing and no one to focus her time on. She's basically drowning. A month ago, Charles started to spiral into some sort of self destructive episode. He dumped Brooke and is now slowly realizing how bad of an idea that was. Too bad he's too prideful to admit it. Now, they are trying to navigate their lives without each other and let me tell you, it hasn't gotten any easier. This is their story.
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Jasmine: She was the wind. Brooke was lighting. And together they made a storm. The most unexpected storm of all. No one expected them to be together They were collateral damage Too "broken" to be prepared. But love knows no limits Even for a "broken" soul. *************************************************** Brooke: Jasmine was the wind in her life. Blowing in suddenly and changing her course from a dangerous path to a new direction that seem brighter. What at first started off as a cool breeze transform into high winds leaving her in a wind storm. She blew her away out of the world... until finally the high winds died down and she was left tumbling down from the high. As quick as the breeze came... it disappeared just as fast. Could she get her wind back ...before it was too late?

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