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𝖝. Divorce, Babe.
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CLAIRE This is Eleanor. My lovely little sister and my parttime job. The job is guardianship, to be exact. Used to work fulltime, but she's sixteen now. So I don't really have to do anything anymore. It's nice. I am quite good at it, raising a teenage girl. I got her to come to AFC Richmond's match without forcing her, so I reckon that means I'm crushing it.
[ ELEANOR IS SITTING IN FRONT OF HER. HER EYES ARE ON THE BOX IN FRONT OF HER. SHE IS IN THE MIDDLE OF OPENING HER PRESENT, NOT EVEN PAYING THE CAMERAS ANY ATTENTION. CLAIRE BLANKLY STARES AT THE CAMERA. ]
CLAIRE Oh, me? I'm doing alright. HughGrand. Not too bad. Can't complain! Everything is good.
[ THE PERSON BEHIND THE CAMERA ASKS HER A QUESTION, WHICH RESULTS TO CLAIRE SINKING IN HER CHAIR AND EMITTING A SIGH. ]
CLAIRE I don't fancy Roy. He doesn't fancy me. End of discussion! We're not even friends. We're just coworkers. I'm only there to do my job, which I happen to do perfectly. I'm literally directing myself at the moment. It takes craft.
