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Rose was a creature of habit; she would often find herself following the same route of action robotically when she would lose herself in her thoughts, and it seemed her productiveness was never far off par. Sometimes, though, she would break this daily routines by spending some time with herself. Even though she could occupy her friends' time, some solitude was always pleasurable. This train of thought had brought Rose to a small spot of shade in the ever bright campus; a small park bench which sat quaintly under a willow tree.
The blonde sat in the middle of the bench with her ankles crossed, pulling her bag up onto the left of the seat, rummaging around for what she desired. Pulling out a large, heavy bound tome, she placed it in her lap. Her fingers caressed the fading pages and skimmed through each, looking for the page she had so foolishly lost when she rushed to pack her bag before. Finding her page with triumph, she begun to read feverishly, drinking in the context of the pages.
