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[It's the kindness and the contact that undoes her. She turns into the Doctor (poor man, everyone yelling and crying at him) and practically clings to him, too consumed in her sadness to formulate sentences.
After some time, she's able to at least pull herself together to murmur:] We....broke up.
[But for as long as he'll let her stay, Claire remains wrapped around the Time Lord. She sniffles and wipes away all the nasty, continuing:] Yesterday or...I don't know, it hurts every time I think about, so I don't. I try not to.
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