Clara Quote by Cynthia Hand
““Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.” My face flames. “Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.””
““Fine.” He smirks at me. “Nice to meet you, Carrots,” he says, looking directly at my hair. “Oh, I mean Clara.” My face flames. “Same to you, Rusty,” I shoot back, but he’s already striding away.””