[ With her good hand, Claire claps Daisy on the shoulder.
Who can't relate to this mess of a place burrowing under their skin, like something living and breathing and relentless, fog that never quite leaves the corners of your eyes and an opressive mood that darkens everything.
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[ With her good hand, Claire claps Daisy on the shoulder.
Who can't relate to this mess of a place burrowing under their skin, like something living and breathing and relentless, fog that never quite leaves the corners of your eyes and an opressive mood that darkens everything.
And no internet to pass the time. ]
Take care.