Opening her mouth, she let out a shrill squeal of laughter. She ran, her feet hitting the smooth cool wooden floor on the way to the kitchen. Stretching up on tippy toes, she reached her tiny hand into the fruit bowl…
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Jennifer Brewer is a copywriter, ghostwriter, and author with an administrative background in mental health and healthcare.
Her professional writing experience, ability to research, attention to detail, ability to learn quickly, and love of a good story allow her to write informative and engaging short and long form blogs and articles on most topics.
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