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Who: Arthur Kirkland, England.
What: reading fairy tales.
Where: in his favourite alcove by the library.
When: afternoon on a weekend, round one or two.
Why: he's spending some time alone.
(The quiet's soothing. He eases back and flips a page, an uncharacteristically relaxed smile on his face. To the book, he murmurs,) That's quite good of you, old man. It wasn't that hard, was it?
(Beside him are a couple more fairy tales. None are picture books, however! He wouldn't be caught reading one of those.)
What: reading fairy tales.
Where: in his favourite alcove by the library.
When: afternoon on a weekend, round one or two.
Why: he's spending some time alone.
(The quiet's soothing. He eases back and flips a page, an uncharacteristically relaxed smile on his face. To the book, he murmurs,) That's quite good of you, old man. It wasn't that hard, was it?
(Beside him are a couple more fairy tales. None are picture books, however! He wouldn't be caught reading one of those.)