Found: first Mr. Jaz, now poor ole' Collin Kelley. But this time, instead of a crumpled piece of notebook paper, it was swirled neatly on pastel blue paper.
Time: 1:19 PM, 10/21/13
When: basically thirty minutes into lunch and Clarice Goodman was still protesting the fact that Michael Thatcher had bought her lunch.
"Third time's a charm, eh, lovely? Well, in any case, I confess. I'm jealous! Plain and simple."
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Teen FictionIt all began so lightheartedly. One would pass notes to the other, and the other would respond in kind. Neither had a single clue that they were the other's singular tether to reality. That they were the string keeping them alive. Through their ex...
