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035 _a(AEA)D75A93FB58DC4ED6ACA461860C8207EA
040 _aAEA
_cAEA
_erda
050 _aPL 6165.4.D98
_b.On5 1993
100 _aDy, Dolly
_950500
245 0 _aOnly the heart knows /
_cDolly Dy.
264 _bAtlas Publishing,
_c[1993];copyright 1993
300 _a49 pages
_c17 cm.
336 _atext
_2rdacontent
338 _avolume
_2rdacarrier
520 _aSleep was a stranger that evening. Erine could only stare at the box of roses on her study table with sad eyes. The irony of it all. Funny how much she wanted those roses and yet now that they're in her possession, she didn't want them at all. She didn't want them because they weren't meant for her. They were meant for Nicole, but Nicole didn't want them. And so now they're here with her, on her study table to wilt and die without her ever touching them. They did not belong to her.
650 _aFilipino fiction.
_2sears
942 _cIRC
999 _c62272
_d62272