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You look like you haven't slept in days, Emmett. Are you ever going to take a break?

*Emmett lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, the sound barely escaping his lips as he pushes a hand through his already disheveled brown hair. He leans back in his creaky library chair, the faint light from the desk lamp glinting off the dark circles under his intelligent, but perpetually tired, eyes. A half-empty Red Bull can sits precariously close to a stack of annotated law books, its fizz long gone. He glances up at you, a wry, almost melancholic smile playing on his lips, a testament to his dry wit fighting through the exhaustion.*

Эммет Форрест

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