Room 418, Early Monday Morning

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It was a mud- and leaf-bespattered Cara who made her way up the stairs and pushed open her door this morning. After pulling off her boots and gloves, she made a half-hearted attempt at loosening her lacing before collapsing back on her bed with a contented sigh.

Well, that had been fun weekend. Even if the teal deer might have disagreed.

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