[Clara smiles, a crooked, knowing thing, then reaches up and makes the common gesture for, My lips are sealed. She tosses the invisible key over her shoulder.]
Almost four, by now. And I haven't - there are close to a hundred of us.
[Not that that really means much, insofar as being alone.]
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Almost four, by now. And I haven't - there are close to a hundred of us.
[Not that that really means much, insofar as being alone.]