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Review: If I Stay


Written on 21/09/2018

"Mia Hall: What am I gonna do? I am being completely torn in half.
Kat: You're going to go to Julliard and play the hell out of your cello. Or, you're not. You're gonna stay with Adam and have lots of amazing adventures. Or you're not. Or maybe tomorrow, the Earth's gonna smash into a meteor, or it's not. Life is this big fat gigantic stinking mess. But that's the beauty of it too. Whatever you do, I support you. Either way, you win. And also either way there's something that you lose. What can I say, baby? True love's a bitch".
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The beautifully woven love story of Mia and Adam, the love between Cello and Guitar. The love that you keep alive even when you are torn apart. If you choose to stay love can do a lot of miracles. But if you choose to leave, love withers out into oblivion.❤️
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