It shouts "meaning" but I can't quite grasp what exactly. Please read my own story and see what you think. It is called my daughter and the kidnapped
I used to bend the pages and tatter the covers and break the binding but it made him nervous to see a book like that My care with books began for love and now 'I' care for that book Though it sit on the floor still it sits prettily and umarred |
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