Claire and Violet had shoved the furniture around in the rec room and set up the projector. There was a table with snacks and sandwiches, and Claire would have given her favorite bear for some cola. There was a make up case and some hair brushes, and some glitter covered decorations...just in case anyone could mistake the teen-girl-ambiance that
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There was no way that'd happen, though. Not with music and food and everything just right. This would be a blast.
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She didn't know what to do or say or where to put her hands, and it was highly disconcerting and making her flail like nothing else. "What should I be doing?" It was the third time she'd asked Claire that today, and she finally stopped pacing to look at her friend. "... I mean, I should be doing something, right?"
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She hoped.
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She stopped, her eyes drawn to the film. Sound. Speech, that corresponded with the movements of the picture-people's mouths. "W-what is this???" she asked.
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He was still in the wheechair, wearing a grey t-shirt and a large bandage on his shoulder as he wheeled himself in carefully, not meaning to draw too much attention to himself. "Claire-Bear?" he asked, in a warm tone. "What's all this?"
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Suddenly theslumber party, the music, all her new friends...they were the last thing on her mind.
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