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He considered the scenario, yes, but the prospect left him rather disenchanted and bored. Being far too literal-minded, he found it simply impossible to recreate.
โ You say youโre estranged from poetry, yet there was something decidedly poetic about what you said. Hence my
โYou considered that scenario for a moment and then offer me tea, here I thought I would have scandalized you.โ Eleanora began to tap her foot incessantly again.
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Her expression didnโt change from one of furrowed eyebrows as she picked up her bookยป
stoic expression Fyodor wore, though he made no comment on it.
โ Then youโre not shaking from the cold, Eleanora. Something is troubling you and you donโt want to tell me. โ He paused, rising from the armchair and removing his pristine cloak to reveal more casual clothes
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, โ he replied, without blinking, until the words that followed had been fully processed. Naturally, his right hand, the one not occupied with the wand, rose to brush against his lips as though weighing the scenario.
โ No. โ He let his hand fall lifelessly into
his lap. โ That would be a poor idea, and an inconvenience. I donโt do things in secret. โ
And though there had been no need to direct the tip of his wand towards the objects he intended to enchant, Fyodor nevertheless closed the windows and set the fireplace
ะกะฐะผัะน ะบัะฐัะธะฒัะน ัััะฟ, ะบะพัะพััะน ั ะบะพะณะดะฐ-ะปะธะฑะพ ะฒะธะดะตะป, ะบะฐะบะฐั ะถะฐะปะพััั.
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the shape of happiness differs from person to person, and sometimes, they conflict with one another. but as we unravel it, i think that there must be a common core to happiness.
โ You donโt even have a copy of the Divina Commedia? Thatโs the sort of book everyone ought to have in their library. But no. Secret lover... where on earth do you get these ideas? โ
The incessant tapping of her shoe, a nervous, ceaseless rhythm, prompted him to
Fyodor tapped his chin with the tip of his wand and let out a low hmm.
โIโd love to hear some poetry.โ He exchanged a quick glance with her before leaning his head back against the armchair, settling into a relaxed position.
โBut science is poetry in its own way. Explain
โ Read something to me. โ
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