a sleepy company.

She rocked up on the doorstep. It wasn't a cold and wet night. There wasn't even a chance of it being overcast.

The sky was clear and the sunshine crisp in the early morning.
We were friends. Not close, still not very. I guess it was enough for her to put her foot in the door.

She didn't ask for a spare room, she made one.

Bailey's rooms always reflect her subconscious and she is constantly reorganising. It is never planned, it was more how her mind fidgeted.

Her first room wasn't dissimilar to one you'd find in an convent.

Someone once spoke about the weather changing to suit one's mood. They lied.

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