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Remember When It Rained
My book about a girl who finds herself controlling the weather.
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         That's how it happened. It was probably the worst month of my life; not even a month really. That was almost two years ago. Now, it just seems like a memory or a dream, and at times I have to ask Wren if it really happened, though I guess us being together is proof enough.

         He took my advice and got a few loans, borrowed some money from his aunt, and even got himself a late scholarship. We're in our sophmore year in college and life couldn't be better.

         Morgan shares an apartment with us. It's a two-bedroom apartment and she pays half the rent. She's really warmed up to Wren, and they don't disagree as much as they used to.

         My mom got remarried last year to an accountant named Ramone. He's a sweetheart. My mother told him about Eric and he almost lost his temper. That was the only time I've seen him that close to getting upset. He's the perfect step-father, and my mom is really happy.

         As for Miss Caroline, after Wren moved out, she moved to Florida, somewhere near Tampa. We visit her on her birthday and major holidays. I think she may even be getting used to me, but it may take a while. She really did hate my guts, though she adores my mother.

         Wren asked me to marry him two weeks ago. I said yes. If someone had told me three years ago that I was going to marry that creepy kid in the corner of the lunchroom who was apparently a murderer, I would have told them they better quit taking whatever whacked out drug they were on.

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