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Millitimed to after ooms

Preston Opened and closed the door to his bathroom-coming face to face with Milliways once again.
Good to feel like one belongs somewhere.

In an attempt to assuage the guilt of physically harming one of his now-closest friends he's got a book. It's "A christmas Carol" and he's looking for a few specific people to ask questions on about it, but he's open for conversation. Certain pages have been marked with yellow stickies.

He also has a few generic books, their titles so worn and faded that even he doesn't know what they are.


Mun is absolutely terrified that the scenes from "National Lampoons a Christmas Vacation" will repeat themselves directly across from her house so please oh please tag at will!

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Max laughs quietly. Not mocking, just...laughter. "I understand what you mean. But the meaning of literature depends on the person, on what you take away from it." She looks down at the book he'd just set down. "That one does have a commonly agreed upon moral, but in the end...I figure the point of a book of fiction is the artistry with which it's written."

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"The man's prose is beautiful." Preston says softly, "It's odd but I've never had the occasion to call such a thing beautiful-like this for instance-"

He drops the first book and picks up another.

"what do you like to Read?"

Harmless enough.

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"A lot of things, actually." She grins slightly. "I'm a bit of a literature fiend, to be honest. I didn't get a chance to read much when I was a child, and it's something to do when everyone else is sleeping."

A pause. "Have you read any Shakespeare yet?"

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"...some of Hamlet." Preston says, "I enjoyed it, the battles were executed flawlessly."

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"And that's the point of literature." The grin widens. "To be enjoyed."