That’s me, Marla Singer. That’s the book, the book you’d love to hold in your precious scabbed up hands (don’t think I didn’t notice). Aran created the book for you, just you. He had a detailed dream in which he walked the perimeter of the void in your life. The void was in the shape of this story. Meaningful, isn’t it?
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