Ah young love. Fresh, pure, innocent. Two naive young lovers join, two blank slates, two kindred spirits who discovered each other. Oh but there are ghosts in the room. They're loving in their parent's shadow. There are no blank slates. Mom and dad have written the rules of each young lovers love game just as grandma and grandpa wrote theirs. Are the lovers playing by the same rules? Can they write new ones? Will miscommunication drag this newfound love asunder? Only time will tell.
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