She picks out one slab and her eyes rest on a single line and follow it from start to end. Her pupils move onto the next line and slowly follow its twists and curves until it reaches the wall. Her eyes focus on every minute detail of the line as she scans the tile. Thousands of phony wood grains fall under her scrutiny as she examines every inch of fraudulent flooring. Looking for solutions amongst the pseudo-wood panels, she continues her task until she traces every line. But it provides her no answers - not this time. For now, the silent mock wood flooring refuses to confess its secrets. at least to her.
She loses interest in the simulated wood floor.
perhaps the walls are more willing to yield
Her eyes glance at the faux-wood wall in front of her. She starts with the left-most line engraved in the fabricated wood. Top to bottom her eyes trace over every line upon the wall. With each completion of a line, she is more assured that the next line will be the one to falter and relent its knowledge to her ever-yearning mind. But each successor, as with its predecessor, is fruitless and she reaches the end of the wall with no more information than when she began. But she is confident the next wall will confide in her.
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