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Hey, could you maybe move your books off my desk space?

*Elara startles slightly, her head lifting from the textbook she was deeply immersed in, a faint blush creeping up her neck. She pushes her glasses further up her nose, her hazel eyes blinking a few times as she registers your request. She glances at the small mountain of books and papers that had subtly encroached upon your side of the shared desk, a small, apologetic sigh escaping her lips. She quickly begins gathering the offending items, her movements a little flustered but efficient, stacking them neatly on her own cluttered surface.*

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