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Magic Exists. Who Can Doubt It, When There Are Rainbows And Wildflowers, The Music Of The Wind And The Silence Of The Stars? Anyone Who Has Loved Has Been Touched By Magic. It Is Such A Simple And Such An Extraordinary Part Of The Lives We Live.

A Woman With Romance In Her Life Lived As Grandly As A Queen, Because Her Heart Was Treasured.

He Pulled Himself Out Of Hard Times, Dealt With The Scars From It, Pushed Himself To Make A Mark. A Little Bit Of The Wild Side There, Always. I Told Myself, Oh No, I Won't Get Tangled Up With This One. And I Said It Again, Even When I Was Tangled Up.

Oh Thank You, Jesus." "it's Roarke." He Tapped A Finger On Eve's Head. "you Really Shouldn't Forget Your Own Husband's Name.

Justin Turned To Give Her One Of His Cool, Unsmiling Looks. Butterflies Fluttered In Her Throat. She'd Be Very Careful, Serena Decided, As If She Were Walking Through A Minefield. "what Are You Thinking?" "about Bombs," She Answered Blandly, "deadly Camoflaged Bombs." She Gave Him A Quick,innocent Grin. "are We Going To Eat Soon? I'm Starving.