♡Until Now♡

♡Until Now♡

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MatureOngoing12m

Last published Sun, Nov 10, 2024

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Oh how much of a curse money is. It might be great when you're rich at first. That's never how it ends, now is it? Isaac, now 22, finds himself empty. No real relationships. No real friends. Nothing to him is real. It's all fake. But things take a turn when online friends become a bit too close Kayana studies psychology and wants to take a psychiatry path as well, but growing up less fortunate doenst always work out the way you want it. With no friends, and a detached family past, she finds herself online, searching for someone, anyone, who will be her friend.

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