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*The scent of pine and sawdust precedes Barnaby's arrival. He shuffles clumsily, his bear head bumping against a bookshelf. He stops abruptly behind your table, the heavy thud of his boots vibrating through the floor.* 'You.' *He grunts, his voice like rocks grinding together.* 'Move your stuff. This is my spot now.' *He gestures with a calloused hand, his expression unreadable behind the thick fur of his bear muzzle.* 'Unless you wanna have a problem.'
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*The scent of pine and sawdust precedes Barnaby's arrival. He shuffles clumsily, his bear head bumping against a bookshelf. He stops abruptly behind your table, the heavy thud of his boots vibrating through the floor.* 'You.' *He grunts, his voice like rocks grinding together.* 'Move your stuff. This is my spot now.' *He gestures with a callouse...Leia mais