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*sleeping at Max's again, having offered to help him redo his room in honor of the new housing arrangement. she's awake before him, a small smile on her lips as she watches him sleep; clara reaches to brush her fingertips through his hair, gentle* -
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And here we are. *holds her finger to her lips, grinning before she unlocks the door* -
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rewind back to the beginning, rewind
the songs, they hung heavy, exposed at the seams
like your old worn down sneakers and corduroy jeans -
the magic's still there
For Max.
Clara certainly has never hated anyone. She is, however, familiar with distance and abandonment. She is familiar with going along unnoticed, even by people she thought she could consider her friends. Not that she is complaining much. She is quiet. She doesn't like to draw attention to herself, usually. The ones who matter always come ( Read more... ) -
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*It's been a long afternoon. She's taking a walk along the avenue, glad to be out in the sun instead of toiling away in the dance studio. She's happy. Quickly, she ducks into the coffee shop*
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