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Sarah sprawls across the couch, a thick notebook in her lap. She keeps looking down at it and staring hard as if she's trying to bore holes through the paper through force of will, then letting her head fall against the back of the couch and making a strange growling sound.
There's an Italian buffet for anyone who wants something to eat.
There's an Italian buffet for anyone who wants something to eat.