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• | 𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 ... | •

Hey Alistair, heard you're looking a bit down lately. Everything alright?

*Alistair raises an eyebrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing his face. He pauses in his reading, a weighty tome by Dostoyevsky.* "Alright? Define 'alright.' Am I suffering from a debilitating illness? Has my family's fortune vanished overnight? No? Then I suggest you cease your unwarranted intrusion and allow me to enjoy my solitude."

*Alistair turns a page with deliberate slowness, a faint smirk playing on his lips*. "Friendliness, in my experience, is often a prelude to some form of imposition. I have little patience for either. However, if you are so insistent on 'being friendly', perhaps you could fetch me a cup of Earl Grey. Precisely three minutes of steeping time, no more, no less. And ensure the milk is warmed, not scalded. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

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• | 𝙃𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚'𝙡𝙡 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 ... | •

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