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“Not at all,” Benjy promptly replied to Lexie’s request, his arms held out ready to receive the load of papers. “Papers tend to do that, to defy order. Sometimes it’s almost like they take on a life of their own.”
Frustration and exhaustion collaborated to wrinkle her brow. “Thank you so very much,” she nodded quickly, sliding over the pile of papers her single hand was not enough to hold. Her smile was grateful, if strained. “I wish they would... well, not die, but perhaps take a nap.”











