Sweet dream's

Sweet dream's

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Braelee was nine years old when she met her cousins best friend Damien, at first all she saw was another annoying boy that she would have to deal with. But over time she started to get these weird feelings she couldn't quite explain, often she thought her heart was going to explode every time Damien was around, this couldn't be normal, right? Wrong! she was falling in love but she was too young to understand the feelings that she was getting for the boy across the street. Before she could find out if he feels the same, their budding romance is cut short, since Braelee will be moving with her parents to their new house. Her cousins family stayed where they were giving her the chance to come back and see Damien again, but he disappeared. What happen to the boy across the street? Will she ever see him again? Would fate let their paths cross again in the future? Only time will tell.
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