Once upon a time there was a girl who loved reading more than anything. What if, she thought, I need to brighten my, darker than ink, mood. What if, for example, and bear with me here, I try a whole new genre, that might just become one of my all time favorite ones. Now, most stories have been told so many times, and in many ways. Fantasy, thrillers, science fiction, name it, she read it. BUT there must be something out there that truly stands out. What led to her becoming so enchanted, lively, and filled with wonder for more? Was it the fairy tales she knew since she was little? Barely even friends, then somebody bends. Darling it’s better down where it’s wetter. What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula? Thank you Disney, those songs do not sound ominous at all.
I'm still in the first few chapters and I'm so baffled by the husband's actuations. It was apparent that he doesn't love nor like Summer, thus the divorce. So why is he acting as if he doesn't want other men to see her in her revealing outfit? Or does it really look disgusting?
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