Les was a sweet girl, hardly getting into trouble, usually
avoiding conflict, rarely ever later. She mostly wore a smile and very nearly
never had to raise her voice. Well liked by all, and favored by none. She went
through life as a shadow. Remarked upon when she was around and enjoyed when
present, but otherwise forgotten. Les didn’t mind this, it gave her reason to
be alone and think. Nobody knew this, but she was a great thinker. She thought
long and often on so many different things. She’d spend time thinking about ht
grass, or the people in the towns or even the stars and the sky and all of
those things she couldn’t wrap her head around. Her favorite place to go and
think was an abandoned cottage built of stone on the other side of town. It was
always so lush and green there, and was full of mystery and wonder. The walls
were falling down and the floors creaked and had holes in them. Parts of the
roof were missing and the door was falling from its hinges. But it was a quiet,
pretty place where she could go when she was forgotten; to think.
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