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"To love or have loved, that is enough. I'd wish for nothing else in this world." Marguerite stared at Marius in complete shock, her eyes scanned his face for a sign of flashing humor, she wished for a hint of flippancy. The young girl laughed breathlessly as realisation hit her, the infatuated fool wasn't joking in the least. Marguerite Boisvert did not have hope for love, she had hardly enough hope for living but yet she lived still, a punishment from a God who wouldn't let her die. Marguerite Boisvert however did have hope for a family, wished for one to hold her as she cried. What Marguerite Boisvert received instead was more than she had ever imagined. A revolution was coming, a new dawn would rise, a group which almost became historic will live on forever in the minds of those left behind.
The Prostitute And The Centre
