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His smile broadened a little at the reciprocated friendliness. At the other's question, however, Endymion shook his head, mouth fading into a slant. A tawny hand reached up to grasp at the auburn locks; the young man's trademark. "No," he said, closing the distance between them. "I don't know how to read." The russet wolf patted the bookcase. He didn't mind not being able to read, really. He did wonder what compelled others to read, though. What could be better than real life? Oh, Endymion was a simple creature in many ways. "Do you have a favorite?" the pirate-son asked the other, glancing back at him with his pale green gaze.
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