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Goodbye, Someday
The summer of 1980 was one of those summers that people talk about when they reminisce about beautiful summers, full of sunshine and skies without a single cloud. Elizabeth Ashford was standing under the main entrance of the Ashford Regency Hotel, one of the many hotels her family owned. She was twenty-eight and a multi-continent hotel empire heiress. Newspapers would sometimes call her mysterious, accomplished, and elegant, yet they also neglected to mention that she was alw
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