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The next morning, Sara stopped at the building where Bea went to her discussion group. Typically, they made arrangements for their next meetup before parting ways, and they weren’t scheduled to see each other for several more days. But after dinner with her new friends, Sara felt like she needed time with someone who actually knew her. There was an appeal to them because they included her, but she didn’t understand them well enough to relax. Had things ever been so difficult with Bea? She couldn’t remember such a time.
The building was all white walls and floor-to-ceiling windows, reflective and modern, with vibrant red furniture and severe architecture. Nothing unusual for the Community, but more than she had expected from a place styled as so different from the rest of it.
A woman
