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Devon went to her room to shower and change. After that, she went over to Jennifer’s room to talk with the woman for a while, giving their victim a chance to talk about what she’d been through. Hearing another woman’s tale helped her to put her own in perspective, and while she didn’t give Jennifer any details, she was reflecting on her own past when she went back to her room.
She was sitting on the floor cross-legged, leaning against the seat of the armchair working with charcoals that she had spread out on the low coffee table that had been put in here for her to work on. Devon liked sitting on the floor, feeling the soft pile of the carpet beneath her bare thighs, which was why she chose to wear denim cutoffs and keep her feet bare.
The charcoals tended to make
