Welding torch ASMR. Clarissa hummed and vibed, a little dot of humanity blending into the metal inert gas blue-flame lit ambiance.
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Clarissa had the sense that something was happening. Uhhhh, girl drama, girl gossip, stuff like that she did sometimes because it waaaas fun as long as nobody got hurt.
But she didn’t know anything and she didn’t say anything. Historically, she was wrong about this kind of thing often. Better to not worry about it.
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She'd figure it out. Y’know. If people wanted her to!
[Clarissa Shoemaker, Pregame Thread 5 Concluded]