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Bridge Boy
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Ongoing, First published Mar 12, 2015
Wanting to know more, "Have you ever been in love before?"

"Yes, but it wasn't the kind of love I wanted."

"And what kind of love is that?"

Imogen thought about the kind of love she yearned for and replied, "I want that unexpected kind of love. The one where you never know what's going to happen next, but you trust and believe that everything will be okay. You know everything will be okay as long as you're together in the end. You trust them with your head and your heart. They are your everything, and best of all you're theirs."

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What happens when these two strangers meet overlooking a famous bridge only to realize that their worlds will change forever? February 16th, the day that changed the game for both of them. It was the day fate had let their paths cross. The day they shared the lone bench on Battery Spencer.
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