Promise Cove (A Pelican Pointe Novel Book 1) (231 page)

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be
the
problem.
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through
her
cl
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et proved
t
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be
depr
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ss
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ve
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bet
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har
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to
look goo
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the
m
.
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w
as
n
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t
P
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P
o
in
t
sh
e w
an
t
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to
impr
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s
.
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h
e
w
an
t
e
d
to
loo
k
goo
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fo
r
N
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k
.