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Heart Seed Ruin Log
[You suddenly find yourself in the entrance to a library. Well, it should be an entrance - if you turn around, there isn’t a door behind you, but there’s a desk that says ‘RETURNS’ and a desk that says ‘HELP’, both with containers full of pens on them. There’s also rows and rows of bookcases all stuffed full of books.
Naturally, both the returns desk and the help desk are staffed: the returns desk by a bright-looking young boy, and the help desk by a serious-looking man.
Beyond the shelves of books, there’s a steel door to the left, as well as a wooden door to the right.]
Naturally, both the returns desk and the help desk are staffed: the returns desk by a bright-looking young boy, and the help desk by a serious-looking man.
Beyond the shelves of books, there’s a steel door to the left, as well as a wooden door to the right.]
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[And being carried by her would be embarrassing...!]
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Okay...
[Let her worry a little though. Which is why when she stands up she turns around and crouches.]
But if you're still tired you can hop on my back.
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[He manages to get to his feet without falling over or anything.]