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The air smelled like roses and lavender. The furniture seemed to whisper old yet glamorous tales of all the lives that had passed through. With every step, Janet walked past huge mirrors that shimmered like galaxies and wallpaper with swirled vines that blossomed into roses right before her eyes. Did I mention the lighting in there was so lovely it even made Janet look average, which was a step above her usual.
My Dear Friend Janet (Southern Belle Insults, #1)
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