Escapism

Escapism

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*NOT EDITED* Adulthood has not been treating Sienna Hayes well. Trying to navigate the loss of her grandmother and starting a job which she doesn't desire, Sienna has completely lost her mind. One day she bumps into an old friend. One hang out turned to another and now the group of friends have decided on a road trip around America. Sienna packed up her life in Manhattan and decided to explore a different world. A story about grief, reconnecting, friendship and love.
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