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I found the Philosophy building the next day and went inside, hoping I could just wander around a little and figure out which office was Adan’s. It was easy enough to find him. I strolled the first-floor halls for a few minutes, and glimpsed him seated at a desk in the first room I passed that had an open door. I knocked lightly. He looked up and smiled. “Yena,” he said, “Come in, please.” He jumped up from his desk and met me at the door, opening it wide with a welcoming gesture and a sweet smile. We exchanged pleasantries and then sat on either side of his desk. “So you wrote this book, did you?” I asked, producing the hardcover from my bag. I had forgotten that it was all out of shape from where it spent the night. Adan looked at it and grinned. “What did you th