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Sam smiled at her encouragement, nodding a little. He had never cared for loud people, but he had noted they seemed to get what they wanted more often than not. Still, it was nice to encounter somebody who was so eager to comfort him about his 'flaws'.
"I can read...some of them." He replied, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt with one hand. "But I had a b-bad experience in there. Last time I went in. There are books there that are dangerous. That you shouldn't...want to read. They t-take you places you don't want to go and make you do things you don't want to do." This vague warning given, he had nothing else to say about the Atheneum; what had once been a sanctuary for him was now a threatening hall of potential nightmares.
"Oh, no, I don't have to do it right now. B-but if you need to go, it's fine. I was just...walking. And th-thinking. I should...get back to work, maybe. At my stall. I haven't been there much recently and I need to make more books..." Having said more than he meant to, gotten onto a mumbling tangent, he began to walk down the road. "I-I can walk with you back to the settlement? If you're going there."
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