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      “I’m a delightful mix,” he snorted with a supportive roll of his eyes, offering a shrug in near bleak finality. “Maybe you’re just a prime contender,” Clark offered in swift rejoinder, a hand coming up to snap a finger, “Most people fuckin’ tap out of this back and forth after my third comeback; apparently it get’s annoying.” He offered a shit starting grin as if to prove said point.Â
“Was that something your mom told you and you’ve just stuck with it ever since?” Still, she taunted relentlessly, because what else was there to do other than watch Clark find himself all too comfortable in the shameless spiral that he seemed to grasp all too often. “Me? Well I’m flattered, but really, you should stop.” The movement that curled at the corner of her lips not yielding until it seemed a near permanent fixture, “I thought we already figured out that I’m not most people, and you’ll have to do more than that to get rid of me? Hm?”











