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[petitbaron]

Enter a young man, about eighteen, looking vaguely confused. He is dressed like a gentleman of the late 1800s -- well, except for the lack of coat and hat, and he's got a few smudges of ink on his face. He clears his throat and produces a pamphlet from a pocket, shrugging a bit

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[hardesthue]

I can take a look at it, sure. What is it?

[petitbaron]

*and here's a bow and smile* A pamphlet on equality of the sexes. Merci, mademoiselle.

[hardesthue]

*vaguely amused* It sounds lovely. May I ask your name?

[petitbaron]

*blushes a bit, with another grin and bow* I apologise for not introducing myself earlier. I am Georges Pontmercy.

[turntowardhades]

What is it?

[petitbaron]

A pamphlet on the equality of the sexes. *smiles*

[yaythreefoldme]

What's proofreading?