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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Hope: (/hop/) 1. A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. 2. A feeling of trust. 3. Grounds for believing that something good may happen. The storm clouds gathered on my wedding day. A celebration turned to tragedy by a single attack. By the time I awoke, my son was gone. My swollen stomach showed barely any trace of pregnancy. Only a faded purplish blue line down my stomach. Hope disappeared. Purpose evaporated. Can I survive long enough to find him?
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
Hope: (/hop/) 1. A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. 2. A feeling of trust. 3. Grounds for believing that something good may happen. The storm clouds gathered on my wedding day. A celebration turned to tragedy by a single attack. By the time I awoke, my son was gone. My swollen stomach showed barely any trace of pregnancy. Only a faded purplish blue line down my stomach. Hope disappeared. Purpose evaporated. Can I survive long enough to find him?