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Welcome to Brookfield, Ohio. It's nothing special, to be honest. Just your typical small town.
It's big enough where you don't necessarily know everyone and all of their business, but you'll
probably know at least the names of 80% of the population, especially if you're in high school.
You know the drill. Person A has a problem with Person B, so Person A rants to their friends,
and then their friends rant to more friends, and then a friend of Person B hears what's up and
has to report it back to Person B, and Person B of course has to make a statement, so there's
gossip all over the school and no one knows what's real and what's vengeful nonsense. Maybe
if you're lucky, you can escape that drama scene. Yes indeed, the home of the fighting Titans
is no different than any other high school in the nation. See, it doesn't matter how lovely the
town is. Brookfield is a fine place to live and raise a family. It's just that realm of adolescence
we're all worried about. So just try not to pay attention to the rumors and don't kill each other.
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