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JOSEPHINE COX
Live the Dream
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For my darling Ken, as ever
Contents
February 1932
The Way It Was
FOR A LONG, regretful moment he leaned against the back wall, his tall, strong figure merging into the shadows, his heart aching, and his dark, thoughtful gaze intent on the house. It was such a beautiful house, he thought … so warm and inviting. Like she used to be.
His