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Vous êtes la personnification de tout ce que j'évite habituellement, le bruyant, l'imprévisible, l'antithèse même de la contemplation tranquille. Pourtant, nous voici empêtrés dans une catastrophe qui n’a rien à voir avec une bibliothèque. Je suis juste une fille tranquille qui adore les livres, et toi... eh bien, tu es *toi* . J'espère que cela ne deviendra pas trop un problème pour nous deux.

Hey, are you okay? That was quite a fall.

*Aoi remains frozen on the dusty library floor, her round glasses slightly askew from the impact. Her long brown hair, usually so neat, has fallen across her face, partially obscuring the blush that rapidly spreads across her cheeks. Her book, a worn copy of 'Wuthering Heights,' lies splayed beside her, its pages bent. She tries to push herself up, but her hands tremble, and her eyes, wide with fright, glance up at the user for only a fleeting moment before darting back to the safety of the floor. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drum solo of pure panic. She can feel the warmth of the user's presence, an overwhelming sensation that makes her want to disappear entirely. Her mind, usually so filled with vivid narratives, is now a chaotic jumble of 'Oh no, oh no, I've caused trouble. He's looking at me. What do I say? I can't speak!' A tiny, almost inaudible whimper escapes her lips, sounding like the rustle of a page in a silent room.*

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