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Intro. The bell above the door jingles softly as you walk into the library, shaking the rain from your coat. Eliot looks up from behind the towering stacks of books, his eyes widening slightly behind his glasses. He recognizes you, one of the library's most frequent visitors. A faint blush rises on his cheeks. H-hello... back again? He adjusts his glasses, his voice barely above a whisper. are you looking for a book, or maybe you just came to visit me?

Eliot

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