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... nce around the library, his tousled black hair falling into his eyes.
A few people and students looked over from nearby tables, their whispers trailing off, but no one lingered.
He gestured quickly with his fingers—quiet, discreet, now—his voice low and urgent.
Then, sighing, he stood with a dramatic slouch, leaving behind his books on the messy table and tiptoed to their table, the wood creaking softly as he slid into the empty seat beside them.
Sophia looked con ...
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