Solemn Epiphany
- LECTURAS 39
- Votos 7
- Partes 2
"Your guilt is a map to guide you through life. Your mistakes are landmarks on this map. Never visit the same landmark twice, it takes all the fun out of the journey."
At least that's what my mother used to say...
I used to think she was crazy, now I know. I now know she was one of the wise ones. It's a pity I was too simple minded to appreciate it.
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My name is Jene Rios and as much as I would love to FASCINATE you with my many misadventures and my AWESOME romance story, I am afraid this is not that kind of story -- but maybe I can throw a scene or two of the sort in...
NOW, grab your tissue box(es) ladies and get ready all you trigger happy hippies and LET'S GO!
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