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conversations.value:  "Thank you for loaning me clothes." Claire returned her teacup to the saucer.
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conversations.value:  I’d planned to appear before the king in my uniform, since I was a student, but Claire had panicked when I told her as much. She’d rushed to find me something more appropriate, which turned out to be a pantsuit in formal black, with long sleeves. Apparently, there was an extensive dress code that stipulated what you could wear to a royal audience.
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conversations.value:  Claire was clad in an elegant dress—not an evening gown, but a conservative day dress that covered most of her skin, with an ankle-length skirt. I wore my outfit awkwardly, but Claire’s fit her like a glove. I suppose it went without saying that she was a noble, and it showed. "I didn’t do it for you. I couldn’t have my maid’s lack of dress sense reflect badly on me with His Majesty."
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conversations.value:  "That’s a nice excuse. I know you love me."
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conversations.from: human
conversations.value:  "I really wish you would just shut up." Despite the retort, Claire’s expression was satisfied and confident.
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