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The next morning, Alexa was summoned to do another bonding activity. As she went, she joked that Sara could come along, but who would want to leave so ungodly early to play schoolyard games with disinterested adults?
Squalls of rain came and went throughout the morning and for once Sara didn’t want to dive into it; she wanted to enjoy modern conveniences that allowed her to pretend the weather was something other than what it was. She sat by the window in the apartment, sipping water from the reusable mug and dreaming that it was coffee for as long as she could maintain the fiction. As soon as the sun broke free of the clouds, in a manner that did not inspire confidence, she ventured out into the day in search of the real thing. She wondered vaguely if the coffee was any more real tha
