In the charming town of Willow Creek, love was a whispered secret, a cherished fantasy that only a handful of fortunate souls dared to indulge in. But for Alexandra ‘Lexi’ Thompson, love was nothing more than a myth – a cruel irony playing on the hearts of those who truly believed. Her brittle heart had been silenced long ago by the winds of life’s abrasive temperaments, leaving it resilient and protected within a resolute shell of defence. Little did she know, that myth she loathed and scoffed at was about to rest her soul in a waking moment.

Comparative and adverse as life may be, fate was planning to breathe new air into Lexi’s despondent existence by shattering those entrenched barriers. Jake Flor ‘Ike’ Morrison was Hemingway’s silent fanatic. He employed misanthropic adjectives much of the time – lined deep bags revealing struggle and an über stubborn gam face masked potent final- counter-life transformation, rebuilt on workable evidences starring a signature symbolic leak reflected in many DIY beautiful bottoms he cherished dreaming life-drifting fused semi-rain glazed jacket after forefront changing laugh.

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