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conversations.value:  "Miss Claire?" I turned my eyes up to the window, broken, on the second floor directly overhead.
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conversations.value:  Claire stood there, her expression resolute, as if denouncing me. Her Magic Ray had burned the line into the ground. This…this… This is rejection. Claire didn’t want to be rescued. It didn’t matter what I did—all my struggles were in vain.
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conversations.value:  Another flash. As I stood there, shocked to my core, another ray streaked across the ground before me. She was sending me away. "Miss Claire, do you…do you hate me so?"
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conversations.value:  Claire disappeared from the window, not answering my question.
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conversations.value:  I fell to my knees in despair. I don’t remember what happened after that.
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