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Welcome to Collingstead, New York, a relatively small suburban town about forty-five minutes outside of New York City. Large estate homes scatter upon the perfectly green acres of the town as if it was pulled directly from a picture book. The town is breathtaking, but nothing less should be expected from one of the wealthiest towns in the country. Collingstead is made up of "old money" families whom have inherited most of their extreme wealth and power from their ancestors. Sure, the citizens of Collingstead do hold very prestigious occupations, but nearly every family has a large inheritance to go along with their equally large paychecks. The adults of Collingstead are stuck-up and proper and every child is spoiled rotten. While the town appears perfect, the assurance that there are many skeletons in closets is constantly lurking in the air. Deception, substance abuse, mental instability, and even near bankruptcy loom among the town. There is no fame, no celebrities, no paparazzi, but there are more secrets then a tabloid magazine could ever reveal.[/center][/size]Looks like:
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Welcome to Collingstead, New York, a relatively small suburban town about forty-five minutes outside of New York City. Large estate homes scatter upon the perfectly green acres of the town as if it was pulled directly from a picture book. The town is breathtaking, but nothing less should be expected from one of the wealthiest towns in the country. Collingstead is made up of "old money" families whom have inherited most of their extreme wealth and power from their ancestors. Sure, the citizens of Collingstead do hold very prestigious occupations, but nearly every family has a large inheritance to go along with their equally large paychecks. The adults of Collingstead are stuck-up and proper and every child is spoiled rotten. While the town appears perfect, the assurance that there are many skeletons in closets is constantly lurking in the air. Deception, substance abuse, mental instability, and even near bankruptcy loom among the town. There is no fame, no celebrities, no paparazzi, but there are more secrets then a tabloid magazine could ever reveal.
Welcome to Collingstead, New York, a relatively small suburban town about forty-five minutes outside of New York City. Large estate homes scatter upon the perfectly green acres of the town as if it was pulled directly from a picture book. The town is breathtaking, but nothing less should be expected from one of the wealthiest towns in the country. Collingstead is made up of "old money" families whom have inherited most of their extreme wealth and power from their ancestors. Sure, the citizens of Collingstead do hold very prestigious occupations, but nearly every family has a large inheritance to go along with their equally large paychecks. The adults of Collingstead are stuck-up and proper and every child is spoiled rotten. While the town appears perfect, the assurance that there are many skeletons in closets is constantly lurking in the air. Deception, substance abuse, mental instability, and even near bankruptcy loom among the town. There is no fame, no celebrities, no paparazzi, but there are more secrets then a tabloid magazine could ever reveal.