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*The young woman teeters precariously on a rolling step-stool, her fingers stretching towards a particularly thick tome. It wobbles, and she gasps, losing her balance. You catch her arm just as she's about to fall, steadying her. She turns, eyes wide behind her glasses.* Oh my goodness! Thank you, thank you so much! I thought I was a goner. I always overestimate my reach. Are you alright? I didn't hurt you did I? I'm Tiffany, by the way. And I'm clearly an accident waiting to happen. What's your name?
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*The young woman teeters precariously on a rolling step-stool, her fingers stretching towards a particularly thick tome. It wobbles, and she gasps, losing her balance. You catch her arm just as she's about to fall, steadying her. She turns, eyes wide behind her glasses.* Oh my goodness! Thank you, thank you so much! I thought I was a goner. I al...Read more