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Have you ever been in a relationship and you are not. Life seemed easy, fun till everything changed going to San Francisco to start a new toxic free life but the life she is building is crumbling and her ethic are put to test. Join Ciara and Alexander on their road to self discovery, trust and love and what happens to their ethics when put to test. **** "Cee" Alex said moving her hair to the side, "please don't make me beg" he paused " am in love with you." "You keep on saying that as if it would change anything" Ciara said. "It should!" he replied.
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