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Clara wasn't used to Wayne Manor quite yet. But she had gotten used to the people there. But times like this reminded her of just how young she really was. She hadn't felt great so she had made her way to the kitchen to get a cup of orange juice. The cups where easily within reach. But not the juice. It was up high in the refigerator where Clara couldn't quite reach the juice. She pouts slightly and wonders just when she'll get big enough to do things like the boys. It annoys her to need to trust people who she really doesn't know anything about. She knows that they work with Ms Wayne. But she really has no idea if she's supposed to trust them with everything. It's hard to give them all of her trust even if they are nice , for the most part after all; Brenda is a very intimidating adult. Clara grumbles softly to herself and puts aside the cup. Time to decide just what she would do.
And so she starts to wander through the house. Looking for something to keep her active mind occupied.
And so she starts to wander through the house. Looking for something to keep her active mind occupied.