Identity Recoil

The trip was getting longer than ever, with the fogs all over. The coast around where the hospital was cited was quite cold. Lucas and Clara were left with no sweaters. "Hey, give your hands", Lucas asked Clara

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She stretched forth her hands Swiftly like she's been waiting for the moment it would happen. She forgot not to smile. Lucas wouldn't have wanted to do this, he was left with no choice with the way he smirked after the long soft smile she gave ...