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The next day, Sara was scheduled to work in the bookstore in the afternoon, but she still needed to fill her morning. Anticipating having an actual plan for the later hours drove her away from her previous aimless wandering; she couldn’t sit still or people watch. She craved a routine.
After their breakfast, opposite each other at a cafe with barely a word exchanged, Alexa announced she would be going to yoga again. For what seemed to Sara like the thousandth time.
And for the first time, Sara decided to go along.
She had tried yoga once in her old life and found it simultaneously intimidating and mind-numbing, but not in a meditative way—in an excruciating way. But that was her old self, she thought. She now had an attention span she could not have once imagined. Surely now she cou
