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Clara.
Nobody mourns the wicked, as Clara likes to put it. Why would anybody mourn her if she were to simply, disappear from the world. Fake her own death. Nobody would miss her. Nobody would even notice.
Henry would.
Henry's been in Clara's class since kindergarten. Henry's always known Clara, though Clara's never even glanced in Henry's direction.
Until Clara has a plan.
Could a simple prank, a joke, bring Clara and Henry closer than they could ever imagine? Could this be the start of something?