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โ›๐˜ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฏ๐˜ช๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ต, ๐˜ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฆ ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜จ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ด๐˜ต
๐˜›๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ช๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ท๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ช๐˜ฃ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ด๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ
๐˜ˆ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฎ๐˜บ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด ๐˜ฅ๐˜ช๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ
๐˜๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ฑ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ
๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ
๐˜'๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ
๐˜š๐˜ค๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ, ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ?
๐˜‰๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ธ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฐ ๐˜ค๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ข๐˜บ?โœ
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โ–ƒ synopsisโœ

โ›๐™๐™š๐™ง ๐™œ๐™ค๐™ก๐™™๐™š๐™ฃ ๐™˜๐™ช๐™ง๐™ก๐™จ ๐™ก๐™š๐™–๐™  ๐™จ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™จ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™š ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™˜๐™ค๐™ก๐™™ ๐™™๐™–๐™ง๐™  ๐™ฌ๐™ค๐™ง๐™ก๐™™โœ
โ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒโ–ƒ
If anyone asked about Camilla Cooper they would describe her as perfect. She was the definition of the perfect girl next door.

The girl from the perfect shiny family.

The girl who helped anyone who needed it.

The girl who always had the perfect white teeth smile on her face.

The girl who is always in a summer dress or light colors with her hair in curls.

The girl with the perfect boyfriend. Friends. Sisters. House.

The perfect everything.

But behind doors was a completely different story.

But closed doors Camilla Cooper was the girl who just wanted to make her parents proud.

The girl who wanted to actually smile instead of faking it. Like she does every day involving everything.

The girl whose boyfriend was secretly cheating on her behind her back. The entire summer while she was away in New York for an internship.

The girl who was just exhausted in every way someone could imagine.

Exhausted being perfect.

She always wished for her perfect life to just stop. For her to just pause for a moment.

But what she wasn't expecting was for it to truly come crashing down.

It all started on the Fourth of July.

Jason Blossom's "death" was the beginning of everything.

After that, everything started falling apart.

She learned about her boyfriend's unfaithfulness. The fact her sister knew about it and lied to her face. And that it was revealed by her mom who just looked happy at the ending of her daughter's relationship.

This was how Camilla Cooper ended up on the Southside at a bar called the Whyte Wyrm drinking away her problems as she spilled her guts to the bartender with pink hair.

And then playing pool and winning against some guys in a leather jacket she meet earlier that night while at the drive-in.

Before she ran into someone she didn't expect to see or maybe she didn't want to see.

For the entire reason she was on the Southside was because she didn't want anyone to notice her.

But of course, what she wished for didn't happen.

Because the moment she heard the throat clear and her name being called she froze.

And when she turned around to see FP Jones staring straight into her dazed drunken eyes with an angry expression on his face and even anger look in his eyes.

Camilla only had a few more seconds to tell him not to take her home because she didn't want her parent's judgment stares and another lecture before she passed out on the bar.

Then the next day Camilla Cooper wakes up with a pounding headache and no idea where's she out with a may to big shirt on her tiny frame.


































































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