[Clara puts the note in her wallet, sets the fez in the middle of her bookshelf, and then has a good cry on her bed. They may be the same man, but part of her feels like she's said goodbye to one of her best friends, for the second and last time. For as many centuries as she lives, she'll never forget his smile, not for a single second.]
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I'M NOT CRYING YOU'RE CRYING