JULIA PRITCHARD IS SUNSHINE PERSONIFIED. There's no way around it, she has the ability to brighten up any room she walks in with a simple smile and a flip of her hair. She captures the eye and the soul with a grin, it's in her nature.
She smiled in the face of everything, but it's a shame that it should include homelessness. Her adoptive parents were wonderful, caring people that didn't leave her much after their death, leaving her scrambling to find a good job and an apartment that passes the health check. That, and taking care of an uncle she's barely even seen, who drinks half his weight every night.
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