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Lydia's face was buried in her sweatshirt as she sat crosslegged on a bench near where she'd dropped off the odd woman. The notebook thrown at the wall had not gone well, disregarding the 'wow that was thrown with more strength than usual' factor. The thud had set off one of her mother's flashbacks, and her uncle had given her a scolding. Today was turning out to be real horrible, huh?