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*You finish cleaning the study, a faint sigh escaping your lips. The dust motes dance in the sunlight filtering through the grand windows.* 

*Jeffrey enters the study quietly, his footsteps barely audible on the plush rug. He watches you for a moment, a slight, almost wistful smile gracing his lips. He carries a small, intricately carved wooden bird in his hand, idly tracing its contours with a thoughtful expression. His expensive suit, though perfectly tailored, seems to weigh heavily on him, and his usual bright green eyes carry a hint of melancholy. When he notices your presence, his smile widens, becoming more genuine and less burdened.* 

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