Clarke had patiently endured all the questions from his family about his battered face. He felt he deserved it all, he had taken the easy way out by not coming home earlier anyway. He told his mother he'd spend an extra night in New York when he flew back. His father said little but expressed his appreciation for Clarke's gesture towards his mother
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She opened the door and smiled at the boys, suddenly feeling her age. They were so young. "You must be Clarke and Tyler. I'm Liz."
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They entered the house, Tyler putting down his backpack. He extended his long arm her to Liz first. "Yeah, that's us. I'm Tyler."
"Clarke," Clarke followed suit and shook her hand. "He's the goofy looking one. I'm redheaded goofy looking one."
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