When she woke up this morning, Cara celebrated her newly regained maturity by attempting to smother herself with the nearest pillow.

Because acting like a well-behaved nine-year-old who'd kept themselves out of mischief the entire weekend was apparently something to be ashamed of and embarrassed by. Yes, she was totally reacting like a normal person here.

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So there was a bed, a warm and soft bed, that while being so warm and so soft Cara hadn't wanted to get up wasn't her and Grace's bed, and the room wasn't their room either.

Also, the bed and the room were much bigger than hers and Grace's, maybe not as big as their whole home was, but close, and the walls looked like they were plastered like the school room was but if it was a school room, then why was there a bed?

So there was a very puzzled Cara perched cross-legged on the bed, trying to think this through.

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