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Everytime I Close My Eyes

Author: goblinsBRIDE
Fantasy Romance
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One day while sleeping she dreamt about someone she never knew..."Hey you....who the heck are you ? Why do you keep appearing before me ? Why does my intuition keeps telling me that I know you well...very well....more than anyone else? Why do I think that you are familiar ...very familiar ...more than anyone else? Why don't you face me? Why do only show off your back to me ? You did something to me ...right!? Something very strange!! "

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