Riders on the storm.

Riders on the storm.

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In una società che si mantiene in vita solo "grazie" alla violenza, Evelyn, una ragazza tranquilla che adora suonare, leggere, bere tè, la pioggia e la natura, cerca la pace tanto da partecipare a molte manifestazioni per i diritti dell'uomo e per la pace ed è proprio in una di queste manifestazioni che incontrerà un ragazzo di cui se ne innamorerà. Lei penserà di non essere accettata da lui, però un giorno si ritroveranno ad affrontare le bruttezze del mondo insieme.
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