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"-And I don't know if you know him personally," Clare said, talking to the older woman. Clare was leaning against the counter lazily, her head in her hands. The woman looked uncomfortable from talking to Clare for twenty minutes and stared at the clock on the wall, trying to count the hours until she could leave, "He's so...weird. Like, okay. Get this: I'm sleeping, right? And then, he beeps. Well, his car does because...he doesn't beep...anyway, so we talk. And he convinces me to come with him-"
"Mh-hm." The woman droned, her expression not changing.
"And he takes me here! I should just go home, you know?" Clare thought for a moment and sighed, straightning up her posture, "But I won't. And Elijah Goldsworthy knows that," Clare walked slowly to the door, but turned around quickly, "Thanks for listening, though. It meant a lot."
"Your bike is here." The woman said, without blinking.
"What?"
"He told me that he left your bike outside," The woman clarified, "So you could get around."
"How nice," Clare muttered bitterly and looked outside. Sure enough, her bike was leaning against the store wall, "How does he do that without me noticing?" Clare murmured and gave the woman a small wave before walking outside.
The sun was high in the sky and Clare blocked it with her hand. Walking over to her bike, she pulled out the paper that Eli had given her. The riddle was so Eli. He could be vague and this riddle was nothing but vague. What could it mean? Clare had no idea and stared at the paper even harder, concentrating. Sighing, she stuffed the piece of paper back into her pocket and hopped on her bike, starting to pedal away.
The wind was doing wonders to her thinking. As shops and people passed by, Clare looked at every single one of them. Clare thought hard about the riddle as she passes by beeping cars.
Dice?
...What?
Clare made an irritated sound in the back of her throat and started to pedal faster than before. Was it board game dice? Or...? Once again, she had no clue. Turning left, she rode passed her church and ignored the cries of welcome coming from there. She couldn't get distracted. She had so much to do in so little time.
I sound like Willy Wonka, Clare murmured to herself and pedaled faster. Her legs were getting a bit sore and she was getting a bit aggravated.
Thankfully, the street that she was on had an abundance of trees, which resulted in shadows for her to ride in and escape the heat and sun. Riding passed the grocery store, Clare looked to her right in aniticipation and then looked to her left, delighted as to what she saw.
It was the man and woman house.
Back when Eli and Clare had been dating, Eli had been driving to school with Clare. On their way there, Clare had pointed out two old victorian houses. The blue one was on the left and the pink one was on the right. These houses did not belong in the dinky little street. They belonged on high-class streets. And that's why Clare loved them. So, as a joke Eli named the two houses the man and woman house. The man house was Eli. And the girl house was Clare.
Clare shook her head, wondering what the hell was wrong with them, and why they had acted so childish. And ignoring the answer to that question, she rode faster, trying to escape the two houses.
They were in love. That's what was wrong with them.
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.
At one O'clock, Clare took a break and hopped off her bike, panting all the while. Sweat poured down her face and her hair fell in front of her eyes. Noticing the hotdog stand across the street, Clare wheeled her bike over and asked for a water. The man running it nodded and turned around to get her the water. After the man gave her the bottled water, she took the cap off and almost chugged it. Some of the water slid down her chin and she looked up in embarrassment at the man running the stand. He just looked at her in wonder and turned around as if he wasn't just looking at her.
Clare sighed and threw the water bottle out and turned around.
And there, right in front of the hotdog stand, a hearse was parked.
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and walked a little closer to it. She was sure that it had not been there when she had gone to get water. With caution, Clare moved toward the black vehicle and stared at it intently. It looked exactly like Morty.
Except for a couple of things.
The skull in the front was missing. The one that Eli had to hot glue back on after Fitz had snapped it off. And the curtains in the back were definitely not the same color. And then the skull that was on Eli's dashboard wasn't there. There was something else, though. Something that Clare couldn't remember. She knew that it would hang on the mirror and that-
Oh.
Oh.
Without missing a beat, Clare jumped on her bike and pedaled to where the dice were.
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