[She watches for some time, sticking to the room's longest shadows, as the woman lays out cards and flips them around, drawing and setting down and turning over. It seems...transfixing, somehow, to sit there, moving the cards around according to rules she can't figure out from a distance. It looks pointless, but like the woman is not treating it as a pointless endeavor.
When no one comes along that night, Laura slides off the chair she's been crouching on and walks over to the table.]
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When no one comes along that night, Laura slides off the chair she's been crouching on and walks over to the table.]
What are you doing?