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He loved to watch her read. He would see a smile flicker across her face when she got to a passage that amused her, and hear her sigh as she tucked her feet under her and turned the page.
They believed that it didn’t really matter what the place was like, because it was temporary. They were on their way elsewhere. Perhaps people always have to think that.
She so often seemed to be on the outside of her life, looking in, not sure whether she wanted to enter it or not.