[Just as planned. Clementine hops off her seat to sit on Lee's lap, cake stains or not. It's almost a struggle to not be sad in moments like these, to try and not to think about how none of this is possible at home anymore. No joking around with Lee, no playing. But she tries her best.]
Don't tell anyone about that. It's okay if you think I'm weird, but I don't want anyone else to.
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Don't tell anyone about that. It's okay if you think I'm weird, but I don't want anyone else to.