We were immortals

We were immortals

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Morgaine E. Snyder is the typical rich girl in Manhattan. And she hates it. That's why she moves all the way across the U.S to get as far away from her family as possible and pursue her dream of becoming an actress. In the miserable, old apartment she rents, on that creaky, dusty staircase, she meets the most interesting thing; a boy. Jonathan Irwin is to married his music. His guitar is an extension of his hand and he was both the looks and talent to conquer the stage. What he lacks of, is faith. Faith in himself. When boy and girl meet, they will embark on a filmed journey of exploring the universe, finding out the meaning of love and if dreams do really come true. In that way they will discover secrets about the world, it's people and even themselves. A novel about self exploration and dreaming, curiosity and... A bucket list.
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