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Desi nu si-a cunoscut niciodata tatal, Ravina preia fraiele vietii odioase in care a trait alaturi de mama sa si se hotaraste sa o ia de la zero. Nesigura si tematoare fata de ce i-ar putea pregati viitorul, insa dornica de a-si gasi fericirea, tanara pleaca intr-o aventura care ii deschide porti spre maturizare. Insa, cum norocul nu o insoteste de fiecare data, aceasta face cunostinta cu greselile parintilor sai din trecut, dar si cu adevaratul gust al razbunarii.
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