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[Lavi sits in the middle of the cherry tree courtyard, twirling a wrapped package in his hands. Although staring at it, the Bookman sees right through it.
His right eye is bare but closed, a habit remaining so hard to get rid of. He seemed to be waiting for someone, not really sure if she would find him in such a place after all.]
Maybe it's best to just forget it in the first place...
His right eye is bare but closed, a habit remaining so hard to get rid of. He seemed to be waiting for someone, not really sure if she would find him in such a place after all.]
Maybe it's best to just forget it in the first place...