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In response, the lady gives an approving squeeze and a light shake of her small fist, as if to say "go for it!".
Alsira allows herself one more unforgivable moment of rest for her head, and for an extra fraction of a micronanosecond closes her eyelids, thinking how wonderful it would probably be to lie like that on the lap of her dear grandmother or beloved mother, but such luck must still be earned in life, and she must have truly wronged the universe in the previous cycle.
Then she smoothly moves from her knees to the little sofa, from the sofa steps onto the floor, from there to the now familiar mirror to tidy up her appearance, and only then to the lord of the library.
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