Poppy Berisford has everything going for her: a loving family, more pocket money than the average teenager and much more than her fair share of good looks. So why does she give it all up to go on the run with a boy who has nothing to offer her but toil, sweat and tears? A boy who hasn't even started to shave and like Poppy is under the impression money grows on trees. Is this a story of true love between two teenagers, or just a case of juveniles playing at being, grown-ups, willing to get their fingers burnt? Only time will tell

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