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the essence of the love that surrounds me. I want you all to see what I see. I want you to see the truth.’ Beatatrice relaxed. She leaned back.
She thought it was going to be a montage of family picnics and Christmas mornings. She thought it was going to be a tribute to her saintthood. Silas stepped forward, reaching for the microphone. ‘That sounds continue reading …
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