Bring Me Home
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Complete Mon, Sep 5, 201635m
Josephine knew that in her heart that she would end up living in her car. It was just part of being a novelist. Sadly, it was only now dawning on her that maybe it had been a bad career choice.
Now living out of her car in an unfamiliar town with no friends or family to be seen, she feels painfully lonely. She spends her days editing her novel in a cute little coffee shop, trying to push away the feelings left by her depression, which is slowly taking her over.
Things change for her when she hears a song: Send Me Home. And when a cute guy named Denis hears her singing it softly in the coffee shop, who knows what could happen?
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