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Camistella glanced rather indifferently at the gray mouse. She was supposedly the best in the capital among authors of engaging news literature, but due to the lack of personal life connections, she didn't feel particularly confident about it.
"Mm, no, but as one of my good acquaintances used to say... it's better to be a narcissist than to drown in an ocean of self-torment," Camistella smiled sweetly. "I presume you are Mrs. Mazzard?"
She had a rather amusing name... something related to objects hanging upside down. Or a hangman... Ah, how diverse the world is, even in names!