The man in a lavender hoodie
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This story is about a girl named Oliver. She is 20 and has failed to get into every college she applies for. She works at a McDonald's and gets paid minimum wage. Her life is crumbling apart as she lives in a storage unit that her friend Daisy owns, but then she meets... a man in a lavender hoodie.
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