The Million-Dollar Escape

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d by her mother' s demands and Spen

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very note, every chord,

y very soul, was shattered

stood my deepest dreams beco

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ny winter: she saw my suffe

fered me a million

or a love she n

t as the only way to escape

a new path, far from the e