She has a book, a hat, a notebook and various pens and a few other odds and ends in a pile in the corner of the room. On her way to visit the adventure family---just a train trip away. The rain is pitter-pattering on the skylight, but going to the mountains, even in the rain, seems like a better option than listening to the jackhammer outside.
She's thought of the one a bit recently, but to no avail. 'Fate is stranger and more surprising than you think,' she keeps reminding herself.
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