[He's staring at a shitty cardboard package of pizza rolls. The kind you throw on a pan and toss in an oven and twenty minutes later, half of them are molten lava and the other half are frozen rocks that make your teeth ache. He's staring at them, marveling at the fact that he has this within his fucking grasp.]
[Someone speaks his name, and - the fucked up thing is that he actually recognizes her. He recognizes her because he's met a Clem before. He's met two.]
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[Someone speaks his name, and - the fucked up thing is that he actually recognizes her. He recognizes her because he's met a Clem before. He's met two.]
[She knows him. Does he know her?]
Clem?