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Ciao a tutti! Mi chiamo Lucrezia e il mio sogno, oltre a quello di diventare una conosciuta stilista di moda è anche quello di diventare una scrittrice. Questa storia riprende un po' la mia, ovvero è la storia di una giovane ragazza che dopo essersi lasciata con il suo grande amore decide di cambiare completamente vita. Col passare del tempo capisce che non tutti sono fatti per essere amati, e che la vita ci offre momenti e occasioni che non possiamo perderci. Spero tanto che sia di vostro gradimento, godetevela.
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Sequel of the rewritten Satan reincarnate! Angelina Levine. May of 2009 could've been one of the worst months she ever endured, burned into her memory forever. Every person, every moment.. everything replayed in her mind like a movie. Everything and everyone, but mostly him. His face, his body, the way his hands felt; it tore her apart. It had been five years, five years and still nothing from him. In the letter, he said he would be back. But when? She had waited for him, every day and every night- every minute, every second and every hour. She had gotten through college, and even written the book she dreamed of writing. However- it was mainly just a biography about what happened to her, and nobody knew. Her face was everywhere- billboards, magazines, she was famous. He was watching her- but she would never know. She was never alone when she slept, but she never realized. It hurt her. It hurt her how he took up her whole memory- and it hurt her how she remembered everything about him- but his voice. A change would happen. Angelina's agent, he quit. Nobody had seen him since he quit, and Angelina had just figured he moved away. However, while she was on a call with her manager- the line got switched. Switched to her new agent after weeks of not having one. Everything was normal, until she heard three familiar words come from the other line. "You're my poetry." (Sequel to my original, Satan Reincarnate! If you haven't read that one, I suggest you do so this book isn't confusing. This book romanticizes nothing, as did the previous one. If it did, there would be no arc/evolution of the characters and it would not get in depth as to how the characters feel, confusion + pain wise. <3)

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