He took another breath. “Because I love you, Josephine March. I always have, and I always will. I think you know that, because I think you love me, too. I read your book, Jo. It’s all in there. The two of us. We’re meant to be together.”
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He took another breath. “Because I love you, Josephine March. I always have, and I always will. I think you know that, because I think you love me, too. I read your book, Jo. It’s all in there. The two of us. We’re meant to be together.”
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She, Josephine March, was meant to be a writer of books. A great many books. Her mind, her soul, her imagination—sometimes it even felt like her very body itself—were bursting with all that she had to say. And now not only had she written a book, but she had published it as well.
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¿Con qué frase empieza esta novela?