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Coming down from the high that’s supposed to be “the greatest four years of your life”, Lucy Cette’s lackluster college experience was tainted and haunted by the everlingering fact that her hometown and half-dead life is waiting for her just 43 miles away. 

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When Lucy returns home after completing her degree, she’s met with the dread of her father reaching out to her from prison, where he’s serving time for the voluntary manslaughter of his wife, and Lucy’s mother.  

Unsure how to proceed, she walks the thin line of past and present, allowing the fragile relationship with her father to bleed into her romantic, platonic and personal escapades, leaving the life around her broken and bruised.  

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 Already having been kept up at night by the people she played a hand in breaking during high school, returning to her hometown and all that she ran away from forces Lucy to look in a shattered mirror, and in her disgust, begs the question: 

How did we get where we are? What do we do when we don’t recognize ourselves?

"There's nothing romantic about it"  

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