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The Possessive Stranger
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Ongoing, First published Mar 30, 2020
You have come into my life when everything around me was all dark. It was you who gave me light, allowing me to find my way.
                    
                    -Arete Gaia Noble.
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Time and again, Love has proven itself. It is enough. Love conquers all. ----- Thanks for 11.2k reads 😊