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One morning she’s a week in the past. The next, three years into the future. No matter how hard she tries, time refuses to let her stay. The only thing that never changes is him. He doesn’t remember the countless times they’ve met. To him, every encounter is the first. To her, every goodbye could be the last. So she begins leaving little traces of herself throughout time—notes hidden in library books, tiny gifts tucked into lockers