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DANIELLE STEELE AND SYDNEY SHELDON

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Sweet dreams and sleepovers

February 20, 2011 - 12:00am

When I close my eyes I remember, even smell, the bedroom I shared with my sister Caren, on the second floor of our old house in Bonifacio Street. It had white-washed wooden furniture on wooden floors the color of...

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