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“Hi Clara. I thought you would need someone to walk with today, so here I am.” Sorin, her friend that lived in the trailer park around the corner beamed at her from the sidewalk. Maybe not the best looking, but he was a sweet boy, and someone that Clara considered a friend. And like her, he didn't fit in at school either. His strange obsession with science fiction books and obscure poetry may have been the catalyst for that reputation.”
― Paige Ray

“I have to confess I’ve crushed on you since the sixth grade.” Sorin traced the edges of her face with soft fingers.
“Good for you; I just figured out that I have a crush on you.”
― Paige Ray