[He blinks at the guy, then down at the faded book, frowning to himself. He... doesn't know what he was doing. He was doing something, right? He had to have been. He was thinking of someone... Or multiple someones.]
These books are so dirty the text bleeds into the pages when there's no color. [That's an I don't know, but the hard part is he doesn't admit these things.]
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These books are so dirty the text bleeds into the pages when there's no color. [That's an I don't know, but the hard part is he doesn't admit these things.]