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Epilogue
Aya JamandreDear Readers, FINALLY! We're Done! Thank you so much for bearing with my first drafts. Yes, my dear readers, these are indeed my first drafts. I know that it is not much right now but still you guys have decided to stick with me until the end. I am very thankful for your support as seeing your numbers grow from 1 to 10 to 100 and now running to a thousand has motivated me to finish it all. Thank you for bearing with my grammatical errors, my typos, and the long hiatuses. To my supportive editor/s who I can contact if there's anything that I need to know. And to my friends and family who although doubts me, never stopped me from continuing this feat. I dedicate this story to the being who's been with me since day 1, and that is God. So, 'till next time. Xoxo, Aya Jamandre
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The Passion House I
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