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Claire is sitting by herself in a booth near the fire. She came downstairs to get some peanut butter toast and some tea but neither sounded very good once they were in front of her. Must be the headache.

She's writing in her journal.

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She laughs and tosses a napkin at him. "How'd you know Michelle was the one for you, Tony?"

He steered away from it and laughed. "I don't know. I just kind of knew, you know? She just...there was something about her that wasn't in any of the other women I had met. We just fit, you know?"

"Yes," she smiles softly. "I think I understand."

"Why? You starting to feel that way about Sawyer?"

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"Yes, no, I don't know."

She sighs and crosses her arms over her chest. "Yes. I mean I don't want to rush things between us, but I know I want him around for a very long time."

He nodded. "Well, I'd say as long as he's not beating you, verbally abusing you, then go with it."

He eyed her.

"And if he is, well, he'll have to answer to me, all right?"

"He wouldn't," she says very seriously. "I think that's probably one thing I know with absolute certainty."

She smiles. "But thank you."

"No problem. I, ah, I don't know Sawyer that well, but if he's good to you and Seth...he's fine by me."

"He's wonderful," she smiles.

"How was your holiday? Did the two of you do anything special?"

"Ah, just ate with some frieinds. It was nice. Real nice."

"Good," she grins. "I made dinner for us. And by 'made' I mean ordered from the bar, naturally. It was lovely."

"Do you celebrate Thanksgiving in Australia?"

"No," she shrugs. "But I wanted Sawyer to have a nice holiday."

A pause. "Which is why I didn't cook."

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