A Love Beyond My Wildest Dreams
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This book is based on the time I fell in love with a person I never thought I would love. We were friends then enemies, then friends then enemies. And we were enemies for a really really long time. I mean we seriously tortured each other. But somehow, somehow, we managed to loVe each other through all of the hate. Humans are weird. And we needed up as something greater than we could ever imagine.
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