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Don’t cry over spilt wine
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2025-03-07 23:56:43
Jasmine Hello lovelies!! First off, I owe you guys a huge apology for disappearing. I had to get serious at school for my exams(glad that’s over with). Anyway, as an apology, I will be leaving the next chapters free. It’s not a lot but…you know. Thank you all for the comments, reviews, gems…I light up whenever I see them. Lots of love and happy reading :)
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