[ She can't control whose feelings are going to hit her without warning like a punch to the chest, or when, but Clarisse assumes this is going to be happening pretty frequently now. The middle of the night, everybody asleep, and Clarisse's stupid blood is going to laser focus on the strongest feeling it can, aka whoever is having the shittiest dream.
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[ She can't control whose feelings are going to hit her without warning like a punch to the chest, or when, but Clarisse assumes this is going to be happening pretty frequently now. The middle of the night, everybody asleep, and Clarisse's stupid blood is going to laser focus on the strongest feeling it can, aka whoever is having the shittiest dream.
Abby touches her hand, and Clarisse goes still. ]
I'm not making this a contest, Abby.