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A story about a lost soul. So desperate for 'enlightenment' that it fails to be enlightened.
She sounds like a user. Like she uses clichés and people the way some use tissues.
And I read an article just yesterday that said that 'beer goggles' is a real phenomenon experienced in bars. And so is the morning after realization that you went home with 'that' I'd guess.
Perhaps she was a flame for the Edward's moth. Either way, Hunter is as shallow as a rain spot on a hot road. She wanted the 15-minutes of fame and now doesn't. Edwards wanted an escape and now is more trapped. That's life...