Au Bord de la Mer - Redux

Au Bord de la Mer - Redux

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*An updated version of Au Bord de la Mer, edited & changed on a different course* They say that entire lives can change from chance meetings. For Rylee Pateray, one chance meeting sends her and her closest friend head-first into the biggest life-changing situation they have ever faced: growing entangled in The 1975. This is the often hectic, mostly romantic story of their transition from being students trying their best to get by, to the girls behind one of the UK's most recognizable bands.
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