Our Moonlight

Our Moonlight

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When Dane Holbrook was 10 years old he made a decision and gave a promise, never once has he questioned his actions. But now, 8 years later, on the day his actions are taking him to his new life, all he wishes is to go back in time and change his young self mind. Grace was used to being the center of attention, she had to. She wasn't weak that she needed the attention, far from it she hated it. But being at the center was her decision and in her willpower and resilience lies her strength, because if she wasn't surrounded by people all the time they will take her down and this time she doesn't think she could escape.
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