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[Cyril is sitting at a writing desk by a large window. Outside is one of the courtyards, and it looks like it's a warm summer's day there.
There's a slim notepad open on the desk, and he keeps twirling a fountain pen between his fingers, though he isn't actually writing. But he is frowning.]
Hmm! What to do, what to do...
There's a slim notepad open on the desk, and he keeps twirling a fountain pen between his fingers, though he isn't actually writing. But he is frowning.]
Hmm! What to do, what to do...