One little Lie

One little Lie

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School finals - all Angel can do is panic. Her grades are low, her parents are strict, and she has to graduate. Just when she tries to make time to study, chaos hits: her teacher offers conditional grading. If she joins some weird acting project - totally unrelated to school - she'll get an A+. Angel tells herself one lie won't hurt. But soon, one lie turns into many, and things spiral fast. The deeper she goes, the harder it is to tell what's real... and what's just an act.
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