"You always seem to stare in that direction and zone out. What's out there?"
Gloria leaned against the window-facing sofa. Right outside was the garden. It was a rare, fine day, and she was soaking up the sun to recover, though the deep exhaustion on her face remained hard to mask.
Lois's blue-gray hair gently ruffled in the breeze, intertwining with Gloria's silver locks. Without turning her head, she answered softly:
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