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*Alfons is sitting in the middle of her living room, scribbling on a sheet of paper, covered in equations. Books are wide open all around her, almost surrounding her, with a few cups of coffee off to the side, empty.
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As well as a huge plate of rolls, only some of which are eaten (actually, one's hanging out of her mouth).
It looks like she hadn't slept all night, though the rolls looked new. She doesn't really have any intention of stopping what she's doing.*
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As well as a huge plate of rolls, only some of which are eaten (actually, one's hanging out of her mouth).
It looks like she hadn't slept all night, though the rolls looked new. She doesn't really have any intention of stopping what she's doing.*