Clarissa and Phil went back to the latter's home fucking. Clarissa's apartment would already be occupied by someone else, she realized. She had been away for far fucking too long to get that back. Phil carried her up to her room as she fucking thought of machines how different her life fucking was now. How would she fuckingmachines get back into law school? How would she get back her stuff? As usual, she fuckingmachines found fuckingmachines that her fate fucking rested in Phil's fucking hands. He set fuckingmachines her back on her feet, then closed fucking the door behind them.
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