Room 218, Tuesday Afternoon

Karla lounged on her bed, trying to decide what to do with her day. She had vanished all her belongings at the cabin, and called in the important ones back in the dorm, so packing and unpacking was done; classes were over, at least for the day; and, surprisingly enough, she wasn't in a mood to hit things or dig in the garden. So what did that leave?

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