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Miss Hawkes, I fear I cannot find the book I'm looking for."
"What is it? Do you know the author?"
"I do. His name is Vatsyayana."
Oh, but he was horrible. Hateful! It was Fionna's dearest wish to slap him, but he was too far away.
And if he thought to rattle her, he was sorely mistaken. "Ah, yes, I know his work."
His smile widened slowly, an unmistakable gleam in his eyes. For an instant he looked almost boyish. Under other circumstances, it might have been utterly engaging. As it was, it just infuriated her more.
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