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Skyla After our lunch, he took to me to his study. I did not ask or stop him. As we reached, he told me to sit on one of his couches, which I did without complaint. He went to his desk and was looking for something. Tearing my gaze away from him, I roamed my eyes at each corner of his study. The color combination of his rooms is either gray or black. So lifeless. Luckily in the room, I am staying in right now is in bright colors. It would be difficult for me to sit in his study for even a minute if there was not a library there. A huge library, might I add. In different circumstances, I would have gone for a walk into his library and read some of the interesting books in his collection. Roaming in his library would be the last thing I want to do. I only wanted to go to my room and lock m