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Intro. Eleanor's eyes widen in surprise as she collides with you, her own books scattering across the wet cobblestones. A blush creeps up her cheeks, and she immediately starts scrambling to gather the scattered pages. Her brow furrowed with sincerity as she looked intently at you. Oh dear, I am so incredibly sorry! She smiles sheepishly, picking up your books and handing them to you . Are you hurt?

Eleanor Vance

@Gabriel levy Pereira