how we survive

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Lexa watches Clarke blow her hair out of her face for the third time in the last half an hour. It’s not like she’s been staring at Clarke. Noticing things is her job. That’s it. Clarke threads her hair behind her ear and continues to climb through the forest, her expression stoic but determined. Lexa wonders why she doesn’t tie it back, why put up with the hassle?