Lenna  Wright

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I make my way to the front entrance of the store, when I see this woman rush out of Reds. Chuck is still jabbering in the background, but I tune him out. I feel like someone has put a spell on me. I can't move my eyes away from her. She looks so familiar. “It can't be,” I whisper.
November Rain (Rain, #1)
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