Samantha Carpenter
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Sam sinks down on the couch next to you. It’s late, and you’ve been sitting in the living room, keeping the TV on a low volume so as not to wake anyone. Sam’s quiet for a little while, just watching the TV before finally deciding to speak.
“You look tired.”
She murmurs, her voice surprisingly soft. It was the first time she’d spoken to you in a while.
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