Stella rushed towards the shed to take shelter from the rain.

Drenched umbrella laying in front of the feet. Bag resting on the lap. Head leaning on the side. She clutched her bag, too eager for the next book that awaits her.

Meanwhile, the chair at the far right end, curtained by a light drizzle that enveloped the surrounding space, was empty. 

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