Time was running out and Clara was panicking. Her blood was pounding a tick-tock in her ears, counting off the seconds. The more she heard, the faster they came, building until her hands shook and she had tunnel vision.
Clara could hear her own inner voice floating outside the panic, looking on and commenting on her sad state. "Maybe sit down and relax for a minute? Why do you do this to yourself? Look at yourself. This certainly isn't helping."
"Nothing is helping!" Clara sobbed, her whole face running.
"A tissue, Clara. For god's sake, get yourself a tissue before your snot adds to the scene you're making." Clara stumbled to the bathroom, hand cupped under her chin. "Look at yourself. Wow. Your head is going to be stuffed all night."
"I don't care, I don't careIdon'tcareIdon'tcare..."
"Clearly."
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