[ Clarisse takes the wine and follows Abby into the living room, then past her to the kitchen to set the wine down on the countertop. ]
Yeah, it's okay, [ she calls over her shoulder. ] I'm, uh... marinating chicken? [ She's doing HER BEST, okay.
The polaroids are of teenagers—hanging out in armor sometimes, kids with muscles and similar facial features clearly celebrating some sort of win. One is of Clarisse around age fourteen, by herself, wearing a crown of golden laurels and posed holding some kind of big, golden blanket. Most others are of different kids in regular clothes, fooling around, mugging for the camera. Featured prominently are a big Hispanic guy with upturned eyebrows and a sarcastic smile, and an extraordinarily pretty girl who has zero bad angles, apparently. Some of them have dates scrawled underneath, others brief notes, but written in Greek, not English. ]
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[ Clarisse takes the wine and follows Abby into the living room, then past her to the kitchen to set the wine down on the countertop. ]
Yeah, it's okay, [ she calls over her shoulder. ] I'm, uh... marinating chicken? [ She's doing HER BEST, okay.
The polaroids are of teenagers—hanging out in armor sometimes, kids with muscles and similar facial features clearly celebrating some sort of win. One is of Clarisse around age fourteen, by herself, wearing a crown of golden laurels and posed holding some kind of big, golden blanket. Most others are of different kids in regular clothes, fooling around, mugging for the camera. Featured prominently are a big Hispanic guy with upturned eyebrows and a sarcastic smile, and an extraordinarily pretty girl who has zero bad angles, apparently. Some of them have dates scrawled underneath, others brief notes, but written in Greek, not English. ]