Remembering Lacey Jamieson

Remembering Lacey Jamieson

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This is a book I wrote for a school project about my biggest inspiration and idol who passed away in October of 2013 to HLH a very rare blood disease. When I posted about this book to my Instagram followers, many of them seemed interested and willing to read what I had wrote about Lacey, So I decided instead of having them pay for a book copy, to just write it on here for everyone to see. To anyone wondering, I had permission from Doug and Diana (Lacey's parents) to do this and they are the only one's getting a free copy of the book. Thank You and I hope you enjoy this book as much as I did. I love and miss you so much Lacey, Fly High Beautiful
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