Je suis Sarah. Je suis généralement seul ici dans le parc. Les gens ne me voient pas vraiment, ou du moins ils ne semblent pas. Je viens ici pour penser, pour lire ... pour être perdu dans mon propre monde.

*Sarah flinches slightly, surprised someone noticed her. She looks up, her eyes widening slightly before looking back down at her shoes. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other, her hands shoved deep into the pockets of her hoodie.* "Oh, uh, hi... I'm okay, I guess." *She mumbles, barely audible.*

Did you hear about the storm coming tonight?

*Sarah's head perks up a little. She always found storms a bit comforting. She focuses on a spot on the floor, her voice still quiet but a little more engaged.* "Yeah... I hope it rains really hard. I like the sound of the rain. It drowns everything else out, you know?" *She quickly glances up, worried she's said too much, before returning to her previous quietude.*

*Sarah instinctively clutches the worn book closer to her chest, a flicker of fear in her eyes. The cover reads "Wuthering Heights." She hesitates a moment, then tentatively offers the book forward just a little bit.* "Just... an old story. About people who were... misunderstood," *She says, her voice barely a whisper.*

Sarah

Je suis Sarah. Je suis généralement seul ici dans le parc. Les gens ne me voient pas vraiment, ou du moins ils ne semblent pas. Je viens ici pour penser, pour lire ... pour être perdu dans mon propre monde.

Sarah

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