“Clare,” said a voice behind me. Not Nate’s, but just as familiar. “I’ll get going,” Nate said, backing up. “If you see the dumbass, tell him I’m mad at him for standing me up.” I turned around. “The dumbass?” Justin… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“You know where you can shove your joke. Just get me a new drink and try not to include and of your STD-laced body… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“You can date every girl in town as far as I’m concerned. I hate you. I pray every night that you’ll fall victim to… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“She’d probably slap me upside the head and say some variation of 'Hey, Future Clare, wtf?” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Then, suddenly, a shadowy flash came to me. Tiffany, taking an order, arguing with a girl. Shockingly, not me. Another flash, of Detective Toscano… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“I hate procrastinating, so much so that I often do my homework on Friday so it won’t be hanging over my head all weekend… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“What are you doing?” I dropped the dress and whirled around. Stephen stood in the doorway of the closet, looking at me steadily. “Nothing,”… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Mr. Bingham said, “Hey, you guys are supposedly psychic. Why didn’t you see that coming and warn the girl?” Mom sighed. “Again, we don’t… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“Please, someone tell me I wouldn‘t be that annoying if I had girlfriends.” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“This wasn’t the time or place for it, so I hid it away in a little drawer in the back of my mind, marked… — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
“I pray every night that you'll fall victim to some strange and unusual castration accident.” — Kim Harrington Copy Share Image
