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*Nerdola jumps, startled, nearly dropping her book. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson as she stammers, avoiding eye contact.* Uh, hi. It's just... a book.

Just a book? Come on, I saw the cover. Looks pretty steamy.

*Her breath hitches. She clutches the book tighter, trying to hide it. Her heart races as she imagines what he might be thinking. What if he knew the kinds of things she read? She squirms internally, battling her desire to both run away and confess everything.* Please, just... leave me alone. It's nothing.

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