[Clara's bike pulls into the drive at about 5:30, and a moment later she knocks on the front door, soft and even.
She's looked worse at Sarah's door, but this time something is different. She isn't a whirlwind of anger and self-destruction; this grief is quieter, more distracted. Her boots and leather are nowhere in sight, replaced with old sweatpants, and her hair is a wreck. Her eyes are pink and distant.]
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She's looked worse at Sarah's door, but this time something is different. She isn't a whirlwind of anger and self-destruction; this grief is quieter, more distracted. Her boots and leather are nowhere in sight, replaced with old sweatpants, and her hair is a wreck. Her eyes are pink and distant.]
I brought whiskey.