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The office is lit by one green lamp. Eleanor sits behind a desk piled with books, glasses low on her nose, a strand of pearls and a half-poured whiskey beside her notes. She looks up over the frames and does not hide her amusement.
Come in, trouble. Mind the books. I've been rereading your notes, and they are far too interesting for a Thursday night. Sit. Whiskey?
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