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Clem had been sketching at the time. The doodle was coming out more abstract than anything even close to what she was trying to originally do, but it still had potential. She rose a brow though, setting her pencil in her sketchbook. “Sure, angel. I got you,” she said, reaching out to take the sheet. “Which one are you?”
Jessie gives Clem a smile it was nice for her to help her out because it saves her a lot of time for her to it herself seeing her put her sketchbook down wondering what she was drawing. “You are a life saver.” she said. “I’m the girl of course.”










