[Clementine slips onto the couch, glancing at the closed sketchpad for a moment, crossing her legs and lacing her fingers together at first before resting her arms over her knees instead.]
Better than I thought I'd be. Doesn't feel real, somehow.
[She had the worst of it when she first woke up, she thinks.]
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Better than I thought I'd be. Doesn't feel real, somehow.
[She had the worst of it when she first woke up, she thinks.]