HER BODY BETRAYS . IT EXPOSES . IT ACHES . but much like the arch of constantine or titus , she remains steadfast . enduring years of rough weather and tragedy . clarice owns her strength quietly , it’s more modest as she doesn’t want to burden anyone with her troubles . [ if years in quantico has taught her anything , it’s that agents bear the weight of their work . because if they don’t , the structure folds . ] “ i know , i know i have the eating habits of a three year old . ” pepsi in a large big gulp , some day old chinese take out sitting out on the counter . twizzler’s as a desert choice ? if you know clarice starling , you know that her work hardly allows free time . she had taken down some photographs of crime scenes and some files off the wall . where usually they’d be hung and stared at , marked with a sharpie and post - it notes filling in the spaces in between . “ you really should’ve called , i would have at least cleaned up the place . ” by place , she means her side of the apartment that she shares with ardelia . NOTICE HOW HER SIDE IS THE MESSIEST COMPARED TO THAT OF HER ROOMATE . again … no time .
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