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LE STELLE BRILLANO COME TE.

LE STELLE BRILLANO COME TE.

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Giada è un'adolescente totalmente persa nel suo mondo. A 17 anni è molto intelligente, ma non viene considerata da nessuno, poiché ritenuta troppo sfigata o strana. Decide così di cambiare le cose, diventando, con l'inizio del nuovo anno, una delle persone che contano della scuola, ma non sa che l'unica cosa che le cambierà veramente la vita sarà l'incontro con Jeremy, un nuovo ragazzo americano trasferito da poco che frequenta la sua scuola...
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I look out into the parking lot and squint to make sure I'm not going crazy. Walking up with a bouquet of flowers is Justin. He's wearing a muscle tee, and my eyes settle on the part of his tattoo that's not covered up by the plastic holding the flowers. When he reaches me, I feel my face heat up and before I can say anything, he hands me the yellow roses. "I think we need a do over, and I'm not letting you go. But um...here's to friendship until then. If you'll accept." He looks so flustered and unsure of himself as I eye the flowers but don't take them immediately. It takes a long time for me to both find my voice and lose my pride. Finally I do something neither of us expect, and hug him by his neck. "Okay," I whisper, and don't let go.

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