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When the young and quirky Elizabeth Groom exchanges numbers with a mysterious boy at a club one night, they instantly hit it off. The boy, Isaac, can't seem to get enough of Elizabeth. The way she holds herself, the way she pauses ever so often, the way she giggles and how she always seems to smell of roses and chocolate. Everything she does (even the way she sneezes) appears beyond perfection to Isaac. But will this attraction fade when they get to know one another?
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Noya

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