Moving On
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After graduating college, Anaïs spent almost a whole year at home with her parents trying to fix herself. Anaïs is now more than ready to leave the comfort of her own home. After going through her own personal hell with her friends, family and a boy she thought she loved; all she wants is to move on. After finally securing a internship in Georgia, she is more than excited to start her new life. Making new friends has always been incredibly easy for her so it was no surprise when she made a group of friends instantly. The only problem? Trying to be civil with a certain boy was not only difficult but impossible. Join Anaïs and her friends trying to navigate through these newly found friendships and the issues that come with life. After all, Anaïs life has never been "smooth sailing" so why would it start now? The thing is, deep down Anaïs lives for the mental distress that her life brings. It's how every moment in her life has caused. But this time life is going to throw her a curveball. She can't tell if fate is playing her like the fool she is or if this time she might just get a happy ending.
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