Is she always like that?Like what? Sara asked absently, staring a^ the letter in her hands.Floating about as if she was a blasted fairy.
by Karen Hawkins
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In "The Seduction of Sara" by Karen Hawkins, a conversation unfolds where one character reflects on another's whimsical nature. Sara appears distracted and is preoccupied with a letter she holds, which illustrates her detachment from the present moment. This sets the tone for her character, hinting at a dreamy, almost ethereal quality that makes her seem otherworldly. The dialogue captures the essence of how her behavior is perceived by others. The question about whether she is always like this highlights a sense of curiosity and perhaps frustration from those around her. The comparison to a fairy suggests that her demeanor is not only unusual but also enchanting, causing her to be viewed as someone who exists outside of everyday concerns.

In "The Seduction of Sara" by Karen Hawkins, a conversation unfolds where one character reflects on another's whimsical nature. Sara appears distracted and is preoccupied with a letter she holds, which illustrates her detachment from the present moment. This sets the tone for her character, hinting at a dreamy, almost ethereal quality that makes her seem otherworldly.

The dialogue captures the essence of how her behavior is perceived by others. The question about whether she is always like this highlights a sense of curiosity and perhaps frustration from those around her. The comparison to a fairy suggests that her demeanor is not only unusual but also enchanting, causing her to be viewed as someone who exists outside of everyday concerns.

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