A Different Kind of Love

A Different Kind of Love

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Eleanor goes to school in a small town in California.She's had a pretty tough life ever since her older brother died and her Mom bamed it on her.She can't stand the sight of her mom.All she wants is for everything to stop,but when a new boy shows up at school,her perspective on life changes drasically.
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Anneliese

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