The Countdown
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What if you had always known when you were going to meet your soulmate? What if you never wanted to know, what if you just wanted to feel. This is the story of Gracelynn, in a world much different than our own. Everything is planned out by the second, even when you were going to meet your soulmate. Gracelynn never wanted to know, her mom made her get the armband, but the minute they got home she covered it up. She never looked at it once, until one day she woke up and the covering was gone. She knew it was her mother, but she couldn't undo what had already been done. She would just have to know.
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