Droplet
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Milo lives a simple life in a small simple farming town. After the death of his mother, he only kept a small circle and he stuck to it. He wasn't the most social person and often avoided having to meet new people. That was, until he met Ryeanne. She was the only one who'd ever caught his attention before, and they got along great. But as they continue to get to know each other, Milo realizes that she might have secrets of her own.
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This story may discuss heavy topics like mental health, addiction, abuse, and other things that may be distressing for some readers.
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