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Well into the night, where the sound of a keyboard and the hum of the fridge was the only noise, sat the redhead. Her fingers typed with swiftness on the keyboard and the dim lighting of the laptop screen illuminated her face in the dark kitchen. Her eyes were squinted and her brows furrowed a bit as you quietly observed her from the hallway. You noticed a forgotten mug of, what you assumed to be coffee, next to her on the table and an open folder with the papers neatly lined up. Slowly walking up to her, not wanting to her scare her, you grab the mug and walk over to the coffeemaker. On your way, you turn on the kitchen light and Gwendolyn