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"Dla każdego złego chłopca znajdzie się dobra dziewczyna, która go naprostuje.
Dla każdej dobrej dziewczyny znajdzie się chłopak, który ją zepsuje."
Rose i Leo przyjaźnią się od zawsze. Ale czy ich przyjaźń przetrwa gdy chłopak wyjedzie bez słowa i zostawi dziewczynę samą?
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