The Taste Of Sawdust (And Why I Hate It)

The Taste Of Sawdust (And Why I Hate It)

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He wouldn't stop looking at me. He always trailed sawdust, wherever he went. I cannot stand it... The story of a woman who lost everything, and the circumstances under which she disappeared.
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You've always been in the background-watching, waiting-as she captured his heart effortlessly. No matter how much you treasured your friendship, no matter how much you told yourself it didn't hurt, the truth lingered like a cruel whisper: he never saw you. But you refuse to fade into the shadows any longer. Desperation turns to determination, and soon, you're willing to do whatever it takes to make him notice you-even if it means crossing lines you swore you never would. Even if it means losing the people who truly care about you. Because love isn't always patient. And sometimes, obsession is just another word for devotion. How far will you go before there's nothing left of the person you used to be?

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