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These days she was distracted at best, withdrawn at worst. Time and time again she told herself she was used to being sober a, and that she knew this place and have been here far too long to let its all-too-common occurrences startle, or even upset her. But she had to admit….today was a day her withdrawals were getting to her
So it was a brooding walk back 'home' from the Med Center that evening, with her eyes fixed pensively to the ground when she heard the shouts. At first, she ignored it. The sky was awash with sunset watercolours, and kids had a tendency making the most of their remaining daylight around this time, with the yelling and the cursing...
That wasn't right.
Her head lifted, brows furrowing as her steps slowed to a still. There were about a dozen of them in the center of the asphalt, more stocky than lean and around the ballpark of twelve, thirteen years old. And one with a shock of orange hair with a face still plump with baby fat, looming over a child buzzed brown hair much smaller than himself.
"What did you do? What did you do, you little shit?!" she heard him say.
That was all she needed to hear. Heaving a sharp breath, she pivoted toward the gaggle of kids- this was probably the worst time for them to be acting out, even though she didn't need to butt in- and marched toward them.
"Hey!" she snapped imperiously, pushing her way past and shoving herself between the redhead and the smaller girl (boy? no, a girl). "Cut that out." Claire glared down at the ginger, leaving him no room but to shuffle a few steps back as she pressed forward.
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