Con A de Amor

Con A de Amor

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Azul siempre ha sido la chica que lo tiene todo bajo control: buenas notas, pocos amigos y cero interés en enamorarse. Artem, en cambio, es un desastre imposible de ignorar. Llega nuevo al instituto con una sonrisa peligrosa, demasiados secretos y una reputación que hace que todos hablen de él. Cuando el destino los obliga a pasar tiempo juntos, las discusiones se convierten en miradas, las miradas en sentimientos... y los sentimientos en algo mucho más complicado. Porque querer a Artem significa acercarse a un pasado que él intenta esconder desesperadamente. Entre mensajes de madrugada, celos, promesas y corazones rotos, Azul descubrirá que el amor nunca es tan sencillo como aparece en los libros. Y Artem tendrá que decidir si está dispuesto a dejar que alguien lo conozca de verdad. Porque algunas historias empiezan con odio. La suya empezó con A.
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My escape from Springfield, Massachusetts, came in the form of an exchange program to New Delhi, India, one plane ticket for 11:00 am on the thirteenth of July. I left, taking a big suitcase and my camera. I told myself I left for the experience I'd have there, but maybe I left because of the experience I'd had here. I don't know. All I know is that I left, and then I met Maya Sumedh. Luke Waters came into my life at 12:00 pm on the fourteenth of July, a Saturday. Probably the weirdest Saturday of my life - I picked up a cute guy from the airport, was in a car crash and stayed up the whole night talking to said cute guy. Maybe I even fell in love but I didn't know it until much later. All we had was four months and camera. A camera which proved more important than we ever imagined.

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