~plain stupid ~

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Sandra sat in a wooden chair facing an equally wooden table inside a semi dark room. The only source of light in the room was the poorly orange light bulb that hang on a bare wire from the ceiling.

Frank stood by the door watching her intently with an unreadable expression. Her face was pressed against her palm with her elbow resting against the table in a bored manner.

She was oblivious to his presence in the room or just pretending to. He wasn't sure. She seem really relaxed where she sat with the dim light pouring in against her now closed eyes.

Frank took another...