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Riverdale
I was seven years old when my mother first told me that the prettiest things in life are always the most venomous. I was seventeen years old when I looked into his eyes and realised that she had been right all along. -- Victoria Bradway doesn't believe in high school romance. Those couples never last longer than a few years anyway, so what was the point? Why put herself through an inevitable, soppy heart break? She would rather focus on her friends, her senior year and her grades. Priorities. She could deal with boy drama later. At least, that was before she met Noah.
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