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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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The book is written a little chaotically - there are more sentence fragments than actual sentences, and sometimes a thought just stops in the middle. But what there is is easy enough to understand.]
I'm glad we're friends
If I don't tell him there's a protective charm on this bracelet he probably won't ask if I give it to him
It's kind of ridiculous to worry about someone who could eat me for breakfast, but
Has a nice smile, I'd like to see that more
Would the librarian let me invite him home, to be honest I don't give a shit what she thinks but it'd make things easier
Would he let me invite him home
If I ever find out who treated him badly I'll break their knees
Don't expect him to trust me, but I don't think he'd hurt me without a good reason to