Shadow of the moon
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Liam, un guitarrista. Ethan un pintor. Ambos en la universidad, se conocen por el mismo deseo que comparten por ganar el pase de sus vidas. Uno y el otro de diferentes clubes deben competir para ver quien ganará. Esto los lleva a conocerse más a fondo mientras que mantienen su enemistad por la carrera. Sin embargo al plazo del tiempo uno se da cuenta que siempre estuvo viviendo tras la sombra del otro, y que todo fue un sentimiento que creció tras su enemistad.
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