Week 1: Friday

Yeah, this is pretty nice, she thought as she lay on the museum floor. She flexed her fingers and flattened her palms on the smooth surface. Inching over to the wall of exterior windows with a few small scoots, she pressed the top of her head against the glass. The cool of the outside spread across the crown of her scalp. Her breathing was slow and even and a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. She wondered how long she would make it this time before a guard arrived.

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