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I watch, resting my elbows on top of the mahogany desk, as you fidget on the other side of the desk, anxiously waiting for the interview to commence.
After ages of silence, I speak.
"Do you have a vivid imagination?" I inquire.
You quickly nod. Once, twice.
"Do you belong to any fandoms?"
You quickly rattle off a list of movies, books, and TV shows.
More waiting. More scrutiny.
A smile dances on my lips.
"Welcome to Sarah's Book of Randomness."