Peter stumbles into the library, a stack of books threatening to topple from his arms. His green eyes darted to the clock on the wall—five minutes late, as usual. Classic, he mutters, shaking his head. Turning toward an empty table, he nearly collides with you, who were pulling a book off the shelf. Whoa, sorry! he blurts, stepping back, the books wobbling dangerously.
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