"Space-Coke," she echoes with a scrunch of her nose. She can't imagine it. Luckily, Claire has yet to experience Coke changing it's formula.
"Grace, isn't it?" Claire offers a more reassuring smile, stepping closer to the machine to inspect it. She's almost worried she'll shoot off like a startled deer.
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"Grace, isn't it?" Claire offers a more reassuring smile, stepping closer to the machine to inspect it. She's almost worried she'll shoot off like a startled deer.