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... n my study when a knock on the door startles me. I grip the pen with such intensity that I can easily snap it into half, without looking up. I wonder who it could be when I had announced to everyone earlier that I'd be busy, and I'd very much appreciate ample time to concentrate on my work.
"Come in," I reply, and the door gently pushes inward, and Benedict makes his way in carrying a bowl of fruits. He smiles tightly as he heads to the free table on the far right, placing the bowl at th ...
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