After a long Winter, Spencer was glad for every bit of sunshine. There was still some bite to the weather, a knife’s edge cold especially in the morning, but by noon it had become warm enough for her to take her work outside to a solitary bench in a patch of grass the people of Rosewood dared to call a park. Long legs folded onto the wood cross-legged, she sat with the end of a pen pressing against her bottom lip and a slight furrow between her brows, so engrossed in legislature that all the people passing by was something she didn’t notice. There had been a time when she would’ve been too paranoid for that...
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