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Rose
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Rose Kefferson is the perfect girl. Socially classed as beautiful. She's popular without a doubt, smart, kind and everybody knows her family are loaded. Everyone knows all they they think there is to know about Rose - that she's beautiful, lives in the biggest house in town with the richest parents, perfect brothers and lavish life. But money doesn't always buy happiness, and there's more to it than meets the eye. Rose doesn.t think she's beautiful or in any way talented. The paining thought enters her mind: what is the point of life? Because it's becoming very hard to find one.
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