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The early afternoon finds Claire in room 202, curled up on the couch with a bowl of what she'd guessed was frosted flakes (there had only been the bag, wherever the box was, it was long gone) balancing on her stomach, and one of the books she'd found in tact during the trek to the mall resting against her knees.
She's fairly engrossed in the whole thing, although she's pretty sure she accidentally picked up a series in the middle. Well, she'd take what she could get in the form of entertainment that didn't involve stabbing violence.
She's fairly engrossed in the whole thing, although she's pretty sure she accidentally picked up a series in the middle. Well, she'd take what she could get in the form of entertainment that didn't involve stabbing violence.