why am i dumb

*a cackle is heard in the distance*

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i ’ l l   b e   r i g h t   h e r e

absence, hear thou my protestation
Against thy strength, Distance and length
Do what thou canst for alteration
For hearts of truest mettle
Absence doth join and Time doth settle.

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I know her name was Clara. I know we travelled together. I know that there was an Ice Warrior on a submarine and a mummy on the Orient Express. I know we sat together in the Cloisters and she told me something very important, but I have no idea what she said. Or what she looked like. Or how she talked. Or laughed. There’s nothing there. Just nothing.
                              There’s one thing I know about her. Just one thing.
                                                        If I met her again, I would absolutely know.