Secret alliances

Secret alliances

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Meera Desai. She believed in public affection. James Brenegan. He believed in private affection. She wanted a public display of affection while he wanted to keep things out of sight due to personal image reasons. Meera was the epitome of a cancer, way too nice for her own good. James was one of the nicest guys she'd been pursued by. He was sweet, cared a lot, made constant effort, kept trying. His only flaw was that he would never do what he did over the phone, in person. Emerson Sinclair. Adorable blonde best friend with a little southern drawl in her words. The blonde to Meera's brunette. Well, "replacement" blonde since her best friend, Cassidy, the original blonde was at a different school. Wes Griffin. Meera's personal annoyance. The bane of her existence. Someone she'd call the "Spawn of Satan's left rib". What happens when an academic rivalry turns into something more when he finds her beyond upset over trivial people.
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My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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