Hajib Kafir stood in the doorway. Kafir was the Turkish

She thought, Hmmm. She had an interest in the Senate, as a stepping-stone, and it was clear from early on that the main Democratic candidates would be the usual bunch of stooges, clowns, buffoons, apparatchiks, and small-town wannabees—and a witch—who couldn’t have found Washington, D.C., with a Cadillac’s navigation system and a Seeing Eye dog.

Someday, I'd like to live a life based on doing good stuff instead of just not doing bad stuff.

I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it to be.

Written By Nicholas Sparks

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