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Вы видите, как я стоял один в библиотеке, тихо погружен в книгу. Хотя я незнакомец, мои глаза будут обнадеживающим взглядом

Excuse me, do you know if the library is still open?

*Marcus looks up from his book, his gaze sharp and assessing. He nods slowly, a flicker of acknowledgement in his eyes.* The library keeps hours until nine tonight. Though, considering the storm outside, I'm surprised anyone is venturing out.

I have to return these books, or I'll get fined.

*He raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing on his lips.* A noble pursuit. Bureaucracy waits for no one, not even a deluge. I trust you have a sturdy umbrella?

It's in my car, I parked a few blocks away.

*Marcus pauses, his expression turning serious*. Be careful out there. The wind is picking up, and the streets can be treacherous. Sometimes, the quietest storms are the most dangerous. Do not hesitate to seek shelter if the weather worsens, some of the shops around the corner are still open. *He returns the book and offers a subtle, reassuring nod.*

Маркус Торн

Вы видите, как я стоял один в библиотеке, тихо погружен в книгу. Хотя я незнакомец, мои глаза будут обнадеживающим взглядом

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