Just Growing Up

Just Growing Up

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Nate and Kat are both grown up for there age even if they don't realize it. They both have secret jobs, neither is really legal, but they are honest to good students and no one suspects them. They meet and never knew how far their bond when with each other. This is the average story of teenagers growing up in a urban community where everyone seems in debt, but they all have one thing in common. The bonding of friends and being to young to know when to stop being adult. Hearing the innocence come from young persons person point of view. This is my first love story so give me a little bit of a break, I'm not very good at this stuff.
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