I agree. [ Clarice had accidentally fallen asleep, she hadn't exactly kicked in the door and flopped on the bed care-free, but also: whoever was here still had to take care of themselves. If they didn't, they wouldn't need an external threat to reveal itself to secure their demise.
You want to talk about poetry at a time like this? She watches her tone, doing her best to not sound groggy and vaguely impatient. It takes Clarice a moment to recall a poet, and one she actually does like, since she was probably going to be judged upon her answer. ] ...I enjoy Robert Frost. I can't say I have a favorite that feels deeply personal to me.
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You want to talk about poetry at a time like this? She watches her tone, doing her best to not sound groggy and vaguely impatient. It takes Clarice a moment to recall a poet, and one she actually does like, since she was probably going to be judged upon her answer. ] ...I enjoy Robert Frost. I can't say I have a favorite that feels deeply personal to me.