Sarah at the window

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Sarah was back, and judging by the fact that her pants were made of leather and held on by suction (apparently) and the fact that her top was made of little more than a couple of glittery scarves held together with ribbon and hope, and also the fact that her hair was held up with an impressive array of clips and barrettes -a wonder they didn't add another five pounds alone- it could be surmised that she'd been planning on going somewhere else and had ended up here.

But the observation window as well as the plate of warm chocolate chip cookies, glass of ice cold milk and the copy of The Language of Birds that she'd gotten from Bar, were enough to make up for any crimp in her plans.

Company couldn't hurt either.

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She smiled more broadly then, nodding once before taking a sip of her wine once more, only half-finished with it at that point, "Exactly."