[ In the wake of this, Claire misses Bree so fiercely, feels the emptiness of her home without a lanky young person's belongings strewn about. There isn't much else to say, she knows, but it felt right to reach out. Smiling softly at his last sentence, she sends one more message.]
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𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑁𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑢𝑏𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑤 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑠.
𝑇𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑧𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑜𝑛.