[ic] Motivation, oh yes.

[lacroix_styles]

Around nine that Friday morning a stack of papers resided on the table next to the chair that was Hector's usual spot to sit and read the morning paper. The sheets rested atop the thick book that was the subject of those twenty pages, and a bright green sticky note smashed onto the top page. Thick, messy lettering was scrawled over the note;

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[hector_styles]

By Friday, Hector had forgotten completely about that request for a book report because he was certain that Lacroix wouldn’t be bothered to do it. So, naturally, he was quite surprised when he noticed that paper on the end table in the living room, so much so that he really didn’t believe it could actually be a book report at first. Had Lacroix just compiled a random assortment of text to make it look like he’d written a paper? The young man did seem to have a little bit of an immature, light-hearted streak about him, so that scenario would not have surprised Hector. He flipped through, skimming the pages, to discern the subject matter of the writing