[ She waits a second, then begins to follow the other girl down the sidewalk again. Clarisse tells herself it's just to piss her off, and it's partly that for sure—mostly that, even—but there's this weird feeling, too. Like she has to be there, just a couple feet behind, or... she doesn't know. Something bad, maybe. ]
What the fuck. [ It's barely above a whisper, frustrated and on edge, and Clarisse rubs anxiously at her face with one hand. Like she can wipe the weirdness off of herself. ]
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What the fuck. [ It's barely above a whisper, frustrated and on edge, and Clarisse rubs anxiously at her face with one hand. Like she can wipe the weirdness off of herself. ]