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Clementine has had a long few months.
Very long, and very filled with cranky sailors and grouchy spies healing from their wounds and a particularly stubborn SEAL to boot.
Whenever she comes to her room, it's to sleep, and it's no surprise that she dozes away seconds after she throws herself upon her bed. Normally she's a deep sleeper, but the sound of a creeky floorboard's enough to wake her.
Groaning, she rakes her fingers through her hair and sits up. "Look, I don't have any money and I've got a forty-five under my pillow. My stash is hidden in the ceramic dog on the dresser. Get it and get out."
Very long, and very filled with cranky sailors and grouchy spies healing from their wounds and a particularly stubborn SEAL to boot.
Whenever she comes to her room, it's to sleep, and it's no surprise that she dozes away seconds after she throws herself upon her bed. Normally she's a deep sleeper, but the sound of a creeky floorboard's enough to wake her.
Groaning, she rakes her fingers through her hair and sits up. "Look, I don't have any money and I've got a forty-five under my pillow. My stash is hidden in the ceramic dog on the dresser. Get it and get out."
