don't stop
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Хейден живёт в большом городе всю свою жизнь, её семья полностью обеспечена, отец директор главной лаборатории в стране, мама один из известных дизайнеров , вся жизнь похожа на сказку. Н о все хорошее не длится вечно. Отец Хей подвергает семью и весь город опасности, которую уже никак не избежать. Как одно решение может полностью изменить все.
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