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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.