[ The door swings open and Clarisse is too busy gripping the frame with strained relief to worry about touching anybody. She looks rough compared to when Syd saw her earlier, pale and sweaty and sick, but the sight of Syd eases her headache a bit. She has another fleeting thought about Delphi Strawberry Service, but it's easier to come back from it. She doesn't try to step inside, though it's tempting—getting closer would help, she thinks, but she doesn't want to fuck this up and have the girl disappear all over again. ]
I don't—know what's happening. [ It's a struggle to get the words out, more from embarrassment than anything else. ] This is really screwing with me. My head—
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I don't—know what's happening. [ It's a struggle to get the words out, more from embarrassment than anything else. ] This is really screwing with me. My head—