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We live in the same building. We were born on the same day. We grew up with parents who are best friends. But we hate each other. I'm Hazel. He's Damian. Arch-enemies since kindergarten. The elevator is our battlefield. The pool is contested territory. And family dinner is hell. Our parents want us to make peace. They want us to be "close." They want us together. At first, we agreed to a one-day ceasefire. But that one day changed everything. Turns out, behind the teasing and punches... There are 17 years of misplaced care. Turns out, "fighting" is our way of saying, "I care." Now the question is...
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