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[It would seem Link's been busy.
As predictable as that is, what's equally unsurprising is what he's been up to. Apparently on his way back to his room from a library, Link is carrying a tall stack of books and documents that he holds steady with his chin. Behind him is a trail of dropped papers, their contents obscure but seemingly random: notes detailing unknown dates or events, unsigned love letters, old news clippings, terrible song lyrics, excerpts from cheesy romance novels, pages from a moth-eaten encyclopedia…
Seeing how he's obviously just grabbed whatever he could with the intention of reading it somewhere private (and likely has no clue what some of it is) feel free to confront him. Who knows? Maybe some of those notes are actually his. That means they could be about you.]
As predictable as that is, what's equally unsurprising is what he's been up to. Apparently on his way back to his room from a library, Link is carrying a tall stack of books and documents that he holds steady with his chin. Behind him is a trail of dropped papers, their contents obscure but seemingly random: notes detailing unknown dates or events, unsigned love letters, old news clippings, terrible song lyrics, excerpts from cheesy romance novels, pages from a moth-eaten encyclopedia…
Seeing how he's obviously just grabbed whatever he could with the intention of reading it somewhere private (and likely has no clue what some of it is) feel free to confront him. Who knows? Maybe some of those notes are actually his. That means they could be about you.]