I understand. I have no interest in books. I am unable to read. [She doesn't seemed to fussed about it. She pulls her Luceti journal out of her back pocket. Wan Shi Tong may not be too pleased to see that not only has it been rolled up and bent to better fit in her pocket, but it is also very dirty and very soggy. The pages smashed together and crumpled up with her name fading away from misuse.] Unless they can speak as this book does.
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