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Intertwined
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Complete, First published Apr 09, 2016
Our lives are woven into a one big reality. Our lives are intertwined and we are bound to cross paths with one another at some point. We can only love or curse the people that we encounter.

Vivienne Andrews set out to fulfill her dream of becoming a writer. But her adventure was something she couldn't even dream of, even as a writer. Her unlikely friendship with her neighbor Charles Scott was the perfect ingredient to spice up her bland life. She then met Julianna Reed who had her own battles to fight too. Vivienne met all kinds of people who changed her life. But who were the people that she cursed? And most of all, who were the people that she loved?
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