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                      ❝Oh jeez, are you alright? These                              sidewalks are incredibly icy.❞

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                         ❝Has anyone told you that you                                  have a striking resemblance                                  to Count Dracula?❞

        ♜ |Ｋｅａｔｉｎｇ| 

                         ❝What book is that you’re reading?❞ Keating asked his neighbor softly.

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               Keating had finally thought of a                perfect way to ask Demi to go to                dinner with him. Roses, an excerpt                from Al Aaraaf by Poe. She’d                accepted and he was ecstatic. He                approached her door nervously and                knocked on the door and held more                flowers, this time an assorted, simple                and small bouquet.

                       ❝But don’t you see that that’s                               the magic of literature!❞

        ♜ |Ｋｅａｔｉｎｇ| 

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                Keating heard the knock on his                 door far past the hour than he would                 expect a visitor. Upon opening the                 door he found Helga, his most                 recent patient.                        ❝Helga, what’re you doing here? Come                                in, you’re already soaked to the bone...❞