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It Was Too Late
Clara's POV I was eager to meet my brother after a long time but I also don't want to look untidy too. So I went for a makeover. I was holding a magazine reading and enjoying the feel of the hands on my hair when my phone rang out. I frowned, knowing who just called me. " Hey!" I answered, signaling the girl to stop whatever she was doing. The next minute I heard what he said and my smiles just faded. "Jason is sick??" I yelled standing up in shock, the cosmopolitan magazine on my lap dropped due to my action but I couldn't care less about it. "What is happening?" One of my so-called friends asked but I hushed her up and continued with my phone call with Alex, "No miss, I meant that…" "I am on my way to go check up on him now," I interrupted and ended the call. "Clara what is ha
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