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Ashcroft and Valancourt

Author: Oma
last update publish date: 2026-04-19 23:03:02

Fourteen Years Ago:

Celestine was twenty one years old and has come home for Christmas when the Ashcrofts came to visit.

She had spent the past three years in America, studying at the university, trying to forget about the arrangement that hung over her head like a cloud. She had dated other people. She had fallen in love once, or thought she had, with a boy who played guitar and wrote her poems and then he cheated on her with his ex girlfriend. She had made friends and lost friends and grown u
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