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"Clara?" Daniel's voice was uncharacteristically hesitant but still sharp. "Clara?"
I raised my head, the intense ache in my neck made me grimace. "What?"
My prickly tone must have surprised him, because he arched an eyebrow questioningly. I could almost see his anger rise. "It's five o'clock. It's Friday. Go home."
"I'm not done."
"You're hardly going to finish it all tonight." Daniel drawled, watching me warily. "You look like you haven't slept in days. Go home."
I shook my head stubbornly. Despite the crick in my neck and the ache in my wrist I wanted to keep going. My hesitation about drawing the plans had dissipated while I worked. Now I just wanted to prove I could do it, and do it well.
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