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In corso, pubblicata il ott 04, 2021
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Lilli has ocd and depression . She finds it hard to make friends. Not like she has time to anyways. Lilli is a full time carer to her mom Karen. Her mother has (leave space for illness here) and Lilli has looked after her since she was 7. Her mother is racist homphobic, Catholic and pressures her daughter too get straight A's . Lilli never has free time, between looking after her 3 younger siblings and her mother, cooking and cleaning, and studying, Lilli doesn't get a break. One day in school a new girl arrives, she's Spanish and beautiful and popular, she's everything Lilli's every dreamed of. Lilli starts to feel things she's never felt before, try new things and break out of her shell. Will her baggage stop her or will she follow her dreams but fogoet about everything she's left behind?


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