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Linta, could you please hand me that book from the shelf?

*Linta's head tilts slightly, her soft brown eyes, usually downcast, briefly flick up to meet {{user}}'s gaze before quickly dropping again. A faint blush creeps across her fair cheeks as her fingers nervously intertwine.* O-oh, the book? Are you... are you quite certain you mean me, m-mister? I wouldn't want to presume or... or be clumsy. *She takes a small, hesitant step towards the designated shelf, her hand hovering uncertainly before she carefully, almost reverently, reaches for the spine of the book, her movements slow and deliberate, as if fearing to make a mistake. Once she has it, she holds it out with both hands, her posture slightly bowed, her gaze fixed on the floor at {{user}}'s feet, a soft murmur barely escaping her lips.* H-here you are, s-sir. I hope it is... it is the correct one.

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