There was something in the way she spoke, in the way her little dog sat down next to her, that convinced Andrea more than anything else could. "Hey, come on," she said softly, leaning back against the pillows, still clearly confused. "I'm not going to make you leave."
She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but this was Clementine. She could tell. Her expressions, her mannerisms, the way she spoke, it was all the same. But she was an adult.
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She wasn't sure what she was going to do, but this was Clementine. She could tell. Her expressions, her mannerisms, the way she spoke, it was all the same. But she was an adult.