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Happily Ever After?
licia KhellanieTHE END> thank you. If you read this to the final chapter, this note is for you. Thank you so much for the support and I just want you to know that sometimes when writing becomes a chore, its you guys, my readers who are my light and lead me back to what made writing my passion. You help me find my way to the light. TO Show my appreciation for your endless support, I'll be publishing a dirty M*M Erotica (Free to read), to sate your thirsty souls. ;) Cos I for one, I'm always thirsty for some smut! TIll then! CIao!
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