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Eve never imagined her life to take the turn it did. She imagined herself in the city not in a little nothing town, she wanted to be her own boss. She got a psychology degree and wanted to work with teens who wanted to see her not ones who were forced to see her because they are on probation. She wanted to marry a man who would love her and treat her like a queen but instead she met Will who forever changed her and her life. Will Eve be able to find happiness in this little town or will Will find her? Are her dreams now just dreams that will never happen or will she rise above and fulfil them?
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