Summer at the Lake

Summer at the Lake

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Eighteen year old, Taylor Addington lives in California with her family, who was upper class and very conservative. Twenty one year old, Dakota Michaels lives in Florida where her dad is a laid-back, lower class, humble man. Both lead very different lives and are going on very different paths. Taylor has her usual summer get away at Lake of the Ozarks in Missouri where Dakota is on a reality TV show "Party Cove" based at the lake. Neither of them know that this one summer will change both of their lives forever.
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