Miss Presley (English Translation)

Liam Hendrickson was everything I was not: rich, handsome, charming, and an Elvis Presley fan. He was also stubborn beyond measure, a workaholic, and someone I - a pierced employee in a second-hand store, snappy as a Chihuahua with a pitch-black soul - would have loved to send to hell on a direct ticket. Unfortunately, the fate of life was happy to mess with my fingers and instead of making it rain dogs and cats, rather banish Cupid with bow and arrow from the seven clouds of heaven. If I had enjoyed armed babies, happiness might have fallen into my lap more quickly. So I had to look for my way with compass and map, however, and God knows how badly he equipped women with a sense of direction. Since the search for the needle in the haystack can be quite difficult, especially if you can not see what is right in front of you.

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