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She needed something to do. Something to take her mind off of everything. The length of time... the fact that in a way she blames herself when she shouldn't. She's been trying not to ever since Sam asked her not to. But it wasn't all that easy. So now she's down in the bar glass of strawberry kiwi juice before her and a book. The book is hardly even being looked at or so much as even being touched. Instead she's got a notebook in front of her and is writing in it. Might as well do something productive... or rather right down experiences with the place.
Distractions would be welcome we're sure.
Distractions would be welcome we're sure.