Her purse moved, and she looked at its blurry outline. The strap must have snapped off when she collapsed, and lay an arms length away from her. Despite her normal demeanour, she was in no mood to reach out for it. Not until the world stops swirling.
“Okay!” Clara shouted before reaching for her forehead. “Okay…”
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