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Summary of Linda Thompson's A Little Thing Called Life
Everest Media
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Éditeur:
Everest Media LLC
Everest Media LLC
Protection:
Filigrane
Filigrane
Année de parution:
2022
2022
ISBN-13:
9798822564138
Description:
Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I had grown close to Elvis’s daughter, Lisa, over the past few years. When she called me and told me that her father was dead, I was frozen with dread. I knew that Lisa needed me, so I flew home as fast as I could.
#2 When I heard the news of Elvis’s death, I was shocked and grief-stricken. I didn’t want to call anyone because I didn’t want to alert the media. I sat there in my quiet apartment, in my grief and disbelief, and began to cry.
#3 I was still crying when the news began to report on the death of Elvis Presley. I could feel his presence in the apartment, and I could remember the essence of who and what he was. He had breathed the same air as me.
#4 I began to pack, and as the candles in my apartment began to burn low, I began to consider what Elvis would want me to wear at his funeral. I knew he would have approved of me wearing a lavender dress.
Sample Book Insights:
#1 I had grown close to Elvis’s daughter, Lisa, over the past few years. When she called me and told me that her father was dead, I was frozen with dread. I knew that Lisa needed me, so I flew home as fast as I could.
#2 When I heard the news of Elvis’s death, I was shocked and grief-stricken. I didn’t want to call anyone because I didn’t want to alert the media. I sat there in my quiet apartment, in my grief and disbelief, and began to cry.
#3 I was still crying when the news began to report on the death of Elvis Presley. I could feel his presence in the apartment, and I could remember the essence of who and what he was. He had breathed the same air as me.
#4 I began to pack, and as the candles in my apartment began to burn low, I began to consider what Elvis would want me to wear at his funeral. I knew he would have approved of me wearing a lavender dress.
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