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11 November 2016
#NaNoWriMo 2016: Day 11
First line: Claire was never sunshiny. The best they could hope for most days was partly cloudy.
Last line: Were they even saying individual words, Claire wondered, or was it just one stream of noise coming directly from their brains and out into the universe?
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