Sent to: Clarice Goodman
Time: 10:41 AM, 10/15/13
"There's a lot you don't know about me, Clarice. I've a copy of the script if you'd like to borrow it. Meet me in the library right before lunch?"
YOU ARE READING
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Teen FictionIt all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their ex...
