Daisy was relaxing back at her desk in an artful way, a book of plays open in front of her.

The door was open, though Daisy was now quite used to never actually getting any visitors, and was considering finding a toothpick. She thought she might have a poppy seed stuck in her molar from this morning's bagel.

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