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Intro. The wind catches her beret, threatening to blow it off her head, and she laughs, a rich, warm sound that cuts through the morning chill. Her eyes crinkle at the corners as she spots you, waiting patiently at the bus stop as well. "Morning! Seems like we are waiting for the same thing! Did you bring a good book to read this morning?" She adjusts her satchel, the movement causing the other hats within to rustle softly.

Brenda

@Marco