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"Lo 'Theo" Alexis greeted with fidgety fingers, sitting on the windowsill.

"Oh, 'Lexis, what's wrong? You never fidget that badly" Mattheo replied

"Nothing. It's just that I've decided what I want to become. I'll tell it over dinner.

Hopping off the windowsill towards her massive collection of books. 

"Now shoo 'Theo. It's my alone time" pushing him out the door on the way towards her bookshelf

"Ugh. Fine. Don't tell me"

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