I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story fro — Jay Asher
I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story fro — Jay Asher
I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story fro — Jay Asher
I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story fro — Jay Asher
I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story fro — Jay Asher
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I had written a book that dealt with really serious issues. Was anybody going to want to read a Christmas love story from me?

— Jay Asher
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