Burned
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I’m Kara Carver, a Class A, year twelve tracker. I was thrown into the Tracker school with no choice. My mom was a big star at the place. She wanted me to be one, too… I hated her for it, but I should thank her now. Because of her, I found the love of my life doing what I do now. And here’s what I do: I find young girls’ Soul Mates. That’s what I was doing when I found out that my home planet was going to be destroyed and I might never see my true love again. Did I survive the trip? Why don’t you find out? I dare you.
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