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Romance
Second chances are a hard thing to come by, especially for society's cast-offs. New Haven is a place full of them, cast-offs and second chances. Esme Lihua didn't honestly think she'd get a second chance. She wasn't hung up on it though, she'd go back and do everything again, any time. She'd never been one to shy away from a puzzle though, and the girl with the ocean blue eyes and over sized hoodies is definitely that. Darya Haddix isn't looking for a second chance. She doesn't deserve one. But getting sent to New Haven threw a wrench in those plans, and the scary girl with a dark past and fiery eyes doesn't help at all. Well meaning adults, a chicken named Macbeth, a nosy car thief, and a dysfunctional found family make New Haven a perfect place to find hope, friends, and maybe even a little romance. {Fair warning, there will be swearing and some darker things, like mentions of murder, rape, suicide attempts, and self harm/self destructive behavior. Also the title and cover likely could change.}
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