"Can you just say sorry so we can get this whole thing over with? I'm really starting to miss my bracelet."
"What?"
"The whole picking the lock thing. Just say you're sorry."
"I am sorry."
"Thank god. I was getting sick of being mad."
Clara turned around and pulled a wadded up string off the nightstand, tying it atound her wrist. The intertwined strands of blue and purple looked startlingly familiar.
"Hey, is that--"
Jacob cut himself off and started the countdown.
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RomanceClara Alderson was just an ordinary English major. She had some good friends, some bad grades and some wild memories. What she didn't have was more of a problem: money. Her parents had always warned her there were no jobs for English majors, and it...
