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From the Editors of TRUE STORY and TRUE CONFESSIONS Magazines. True Story Magazine, established in 1919, has a long history and continues to touch the hearts, minds and soul of readers by sharing everyday experiences of romantic life. In HIS FOR A WEEKEND, you’ll feel the heartache of a young woman searching for the right man in her life. MY DREAM MAN, is the story of a special woman trying to convince her family that the man of her dreams is real. In ONE WEEK TO MAKE HIM MINE, a woman wants to run away with the circus to be with the man she loves! In all these true stories, you will discover passion, celebrate love and find hope for the future. Excerpt: The feeling was especially strong at night, when I couldn’t sleep. He’d seem so close to me then that it would seem I could touch him-just by stretching out my hand. But each time I did, the pillow was always empty. I was just torturing myself. I tried not to think about him.
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From the Editors of TRUE STORY and TRUE CONFESSIONS Magazines. True Story Magazine, established in 1919, has a long history and continues to touch the hearts, minds and soul of readers by sharing everyday experiences of romantic life. In HIS FOR A WEEKEND, you’ll feel the heartache of a young woman searching for the right man in her life. MY DREAM MAN, is the story of a special woman trying to convince her family that the man of her dreams is real. In ONE WEEK TO MAKE HIM MINE, a woman wants to run away with the circus to be with the man she loves! In all these true stories, you will discover passion, celebrate love and find hope for the future. Excerpt: The feeling was especially strong at night, when I couldn’t sleep. He’d seem so close to me then that it would seem I could touch him-just by stretching out my hand. But each time I did, the pillow was always empty. I was just torturing myself. I tried not to think about him.