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Blue.
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In corso, pubblicata il feb 04, 2014
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"...He had an aura about him that said 'yeah, this is me, fuck with it.'
I came from a small town, not much to see, not much to do & everyone was pretty much the same. I grew up knowing the same people year after year & the day after I graduated I set off on a road-trip with my three best girl friends in search of a more interesting life.

I remember Blue as clear as day. His tall lean figure that was complimented by the tight fitting leather jacket, his square jaw and high cheekbones which were such a beautiful, masculine quality. I especially remember the blue hair. Shoulder length with a small patch of brown roots showing. It was the blue hair which initially led me to him."

Jessie Brink has lived a sheltered life in a small, white, suburb in Ringsfield, Ohio, so when he meets Blue, the edgy, hardcore stranger with long blue hair in a cheap, rundown motel Jessie's life is forever changed. As Blue takes him on a journey through the country showing him things that he never would have dreamed of, Jessie learns the meaning of diversity, acceptance, heartache & love.
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