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When Lily finally woke up after a long, restless night she was half tempted to try and fall back asleep. She was still tired, and she had no desire to go down and face the world. She thought of home again, and immediately banished the idea of returning so soon. She might not ever leave Bree again, and she wanted to make the most of her stay in the Shire. With that in mind she yawned, rolled over, and got up.
She did not pay attention to how she dressed; she put on the same dress that she had changed into the previous night because it was still clean and only combed her hair rather than pull it back. Yawning once more she wandered downstairs to the common room.
Lily was not particularly hungry, but she ordered a plate of breakfast anyway. She did not know anyone in the common room, and feeling rather lonely she decided to simply sit at a table by herself. She tried to eat, but she was unable to make herself swallow more than a few bitefuls. Finally, she set down her fork and pushed back her plate. She sat there contemplating the day - what she would do if Posco did come back... or if he didn't. If the latter was so, Lily reckoned she would be moving on. Maybe even back home. Lily decided she did not like this feeling of hopelessness. What she didn't know was how to stop it...
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