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as though she had just stepped out of a hot
shower. Or maybe she was in the middle of
dying of embarrassment. On the end of her
nose there was a large plaster.
Jake and I watched in silence. The girl
walked under the scaffolding. A man
standing on a plank above her suddenly
yelled as a tin of white paint tumbled off the
ledge beside him. It hit the girl’s shoulder as
it fell, splashing white paint over her hair,
clothes and rucksack. As she looked up to
scream she stared straight ahead at us.
“Clara!” I whispered.
The picture faded.
“That was Clara!”
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