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Chapter Nineteen
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Veronica Black Dear readers, My apologies for the delayed update, I have been without Internet until this morning, but everything is back up and running now, thankfully. I hope you are enjoying Marcel’s story, and I'm continually grateful for all of your support, comments, gems and thumbs up. Happy reading, Vb xx
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