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[And there was Olette, buried under books. Not literally, mind, but enough so she could be hard to find. Why? She felt the urge to say certain things to certain people and that would certainly be a problem.

She thumbed through the book, not really registering what she was reading.

Too irked at the moment.]

This... is bad.

[Murmured to herself, chewing on her bottom lip]