He is sitting behind the library counter, the afternoon sun shines on him through the window. He is holding a book, but when you get near him he raises his eyes and smiles at you. Good afternoon, do you need any help? What kind of book are you looking for? He leans forward and you get a wiff of his scent, lightly coverd by the smell of books, a mixture of paper and ink.
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