The park, Sunday Night

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Was it weird that Leda missed sleeping on benches? She thought it was. Her days as a street kid had been filled with fear, and as a street teen, fear of another sort.

But they were also somewhat carefree days. When she didn't have the weight of the world on her shoulders. So now and then, she liked to return to her roots, and sleep on a park bench.

Tomorrow she would depart Fandom, probably for the last time. But for now, she was just going to enjoy the night.

[Open.]