The Little Purple Book
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Last published Wed, Sep 7, 2016
I'd never really liked the colour purple before, truthfully I loathed it, but now I was finding myself carrying a little purple book with me everywhere I went. My inner most thoughts and feelings were in this book. Everything I felt about us. Everything I felt about him.
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