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Julian stared at the photos. He looked from the evidence to Maya’s determined face. A slow, amused smile spread across his face. It was the first time he’d looked at her—really looked at her—without seeing her as just another piece of the production machine.
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But what is it about this genre that keeps us coming back, even when we know it might end in heartbreak? The Anatomy of Romantic Drama Julian stared at the photos
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