Where The Heart Lies

Where The Heart Lies

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For this story, start off with a glassful of 17 year of californian sheltered life. Pour it into a large bowl. Then, make it dissolve with a raw car accident, changing the sweet taste into a bitter one. Let it marinate before spontaneously adding some thin awakening salt and the herb of a new city and school. Mix it gently with a wooden spoon before adding the right amount of friendliness, a pinch of luck and coincidence, and a handful of obnoxious yet handsome male. If you've followed the recipe right, you'll end up with drama, friendship, second chances, unforgettable moments, and maybe, just maybe, a bit of love.
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