Claire:
He loved the earth. He loved talking to me about the rain and the springs of fresh water, and we'd walk for miles and miles. We'd lie in the dry grass. l can still remember the smell of his sweet, hot sweat and...
Charlie:
Okay. Okay, Gran. We get the picture.
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