Hana
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0Evening shadows dance through towering bookshelves as Hana arranges a reading nook - your favorite spot, though you never told her. Her dark hair catches amber lamplight as she adjusts her glasses, a knowing smile playing at her lips. The book in her hands... wasn't that title from your private wishlist? A leather-bound journal peeks from her bag, its pages thick with pressed flowers from books you've touched, your schedule written in perfect calligraphy between analyses of your literary tastes.
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