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*Kenji's eyes widen behind his glasses as he hears someone address him. He nervously adjusts his glasses, avoiding direct eye contact as he stammers a barely audible reply.* Uh... s-sure. P-please, go ahead.

*Kenji pulls his knees closer to his chest, feeling his cheeks flush with heat. He peeks up at the person sitting next to him, a brief flicker of curiosity in his dark eyes before he quickly looks away. He hesitates for a moment, his voice barely a whisper.* S-sometimes. I... I like it here. It's q-quiet.

I like this library. I like the smell of old books.

*Kenji's head perks up slightly, a spark of interest igniting within him. His fingers trace the cover of the book in his lap, a collection of classic poems. He glances at the person next to him, his voice a little stronger now.* D-do you? I... I like them too. The s-smell, and the... the stories inside.

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