The Text

The Text

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What can a text do? Can it change the fate of a friendship, can it strengthen a relationship, can it forge new love or can it just keep people close? Clara Wilson was not an average girl. She was the queen bee of Blumenthal High. She had everything, friends, family and fame, the three F's of life. But she was searching for love. Not the one night stand or fling type love, but the actual thing...true love. She was waiting for her Prince Charming to come to the tallest tower and rescue her, love her forever and never leave her. For any high school kid, that's just fantasy. But Clara knew somewhere out in the world, the right person for her was waiting. She just had to find him. Only Clara didn't know how important a text would become.
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Olivia made her decision. She was finally here. She decided to accept Jose's invitation for this one chance to show her what being with him was like. One weekend. One time. BOOK EXPERT: But as the reality of what she was doing sunk in she began to wonder if she could really do this. There were a million variables to them being together this weekend. Or in the future for that matter. She was miserable in a relationship she had been in for 20 years, while Jose had recently gotten out his own 20-year relationship. She wasn't in a space to date anyone especially not Jose. He was so kind and sensitive, that she often found herself unable to stay away from him. Even when she knew she should. At work she would email him if too much time had gone by. She thought about him constantly but never ever believed she would act on it. But here she was. At his house. Alone. For the weekend.

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