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She is standing on a drop cloth, and there is an easel behind her and books absolutely everywhere: on bookcases, sure, but also big piles on the windowsill and the chair and floor.
“So. You’ve got a genius dog that can open doors and turn on lights and operate heavy machinery or whatever, but he doesn’t care about pleasing people?” “I admire him,” says Agate, and she smiles like the moon.