Bring Me Back to Life

Bring Me Back to Life

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No, this isn't a story about a boy and a girl falling in love and living happily ever after. Sorry to disappoint. I wasn't a depressed lonely girl who just kept to herself and didn't have any friends either. I had 'friends'. My friend group was pretty big, well...the fake one at least. Like most people, I had a small group of real friends. Friends that I could tell everything to and would trust with my life. They know who they are. I don't regret anything that happened. I always believed everything happened on purpose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sarah was the quiet type while Hunter was the bold type. What can possibly happen when these two bump into each other?
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