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Logan Huntzberger.
Playboy enthusiast, life and death brigade participant, witty banter activist, left winged political idealist, heir to the Huntzberger newspaper empire, and quite possibly the only boy that could enchant Ivy Christiana.
Ivy Christiana.
The absolute best friend of Lane Kim and Rory Gilmore, charismatic genius, mischief maker, cultured in movies, books, bands, and boys, liberal activist, woeful journalist, heir to absolutely nothing, and the only girl that has interested Logan in something other than the bedroom.
When a surprising twist of fate takes place and Rory pledges to Yale instead of her dream school Harvard, Ivy and Rory end up on the same campus yet again. But instead of a small private high school, they end up on a big college campus.
With complete carpe diem attitudes, Rory and Ivy seize the campus - and the school newspaper -one day at a time. When their editor assigns them field work with the top secret life and death brigade story, Logan Huntzberger quite literally falls for Ivy. Whether or not he is okay with that is a different story - this story.
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