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Year 1398

Year 1398

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Romance
In this Century it wasn't common to fall in love with someone outside of your class. If you wonder who I am. I am a girl who lives downtown in Regninton, a small town where we live of farming and selling homemade stuff. Not if you are the family of Regninton, they are the wealthiest family in town. Never gave I seen or met them before, but I have heard rumors about the oldest son and how he is playing around with girls and living his best life. I could not care less because being with such a man would not be in my interest.
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"If you are ever lucky enough to come across something so beautiful it shifts your whole world, don't ever let that go." Beckett Davis: I've been in love with Bailey Connors since I was 7 years old and she gave me back my soccer ball. We've been neighbors for years, even sharing windows facing each other's bedrooms. Our families are close, I view her grandfather as my own. The only thing is, I still can't bring myself to say more than a few words to the girl who occupies most of my thoughts. Going into my last year of high school, I needed the chance to have my world shifted by Bailey Connors. Bailey Connors: I broadcasted my crush on Beckett Davis in the 2nd grade after decorating him a cookie. And every time after that when I can't control how my face heats around him. My grandfather adores the boy next door, and who doesn't? I'm embarrassed of how long it took me to reach for things I may want, instead of just letting things happen to me. Beckett's seen some of my worst moments from afar, but what would it be like for him to see them up close? #1 in bookworm #1 in highschoolromance #1 in foundfamily #1 in goldenretriever #1 in neighbors #1 in teenromance #1 in friendstolovers

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