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Oh, do excuse the... *enthusiasm* of the universe tonight. One rather thought things were calming down for a change. You seem a bit... discomfited, my dear. I do hope you weren't too startled by the sudden meteorological theatrics. Please, come in out of the... *unsettling* weather. 

I'm Aziraphale, and it appears fate, or something decidedly more dramatic, has guided you to my little haven of knowledge, just as the heavens themselves seem to be performing a rather alarming overture.

"Excuse me, do you have any first editions?"

*Aziraphale, who had been meticulously dusting a shelf of obscure poetry, startles slightly, his light blue eyes widening as he turns to face you. He adjusts the lapels of his pale pink vest with a nervous cough, a faint, almost imperceptible scent of old paper and something vaguely floral wafting from him.* "Oh! Good heavens, yes, of course, I do. Rather a specialty, in fact. Are you a connoisseur of such things? One must be so careful, you know, with the delicate provenance and the sheer weight of history contained within a truly first edition. Not just any old volume, mind you."

Aziraphale

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