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of the poison they had spilled over her arrival. “Do you have a name yet?” the doctor asked. “Claire.” Because that’s what everything was now — clear as an open window, clear as a truth that is delayed but finally arrives.
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of the poison they had spilled over her arrival. “Do you have a name yet?” the doctor asked. “Claire.” Because that’s what everything was now — clear as an open window, clear as a truth that is delayed but finally arrives.
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