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     Wendy                 

Having exhausted all of her other last resorts, she accepted the invitation. They probably knew no better than to invite her. She didn’t know them either. Lost family members peered out of every nook and cranny of her featureless life. The bland enclosing surface of it encircled her like an egg, but occasional pits and scars contained small faces like gargoyles.

Dull, too serious, she lacked friends. Isolation completed her, but she accepted the invitation anyway. What could it hurt? It was a place to go, at least for a while.