This Con Called Love

This Con Called Love

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Charlie Daven and Louy Buldigare have been friends since they were born. They said they were going to get married when they were 8. Now both kids are grown up, having been raised apart. Soon though, fate takes a hand. It shoves Charlie and Louy together in a situation that makes sure they meet again. Charlie, recgnizing her beloved Louy, pretends to be a girl named 'Lotte'. Being friends is one thing. Living and working together is a completly different. What will Charlie and Louy do when forced together after all this time? Will they fall back in together like the good old days, or is this just another con called love?
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