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Jeff dashed from his Victorian studio, having risen moments ago but still well before the lethargic sun. He tugged a blazer over his shoulders, the tail snapping and wafting a plume of freshly-lain cologne like a roadrunner spinning a dusty cloud after flipping its tongue at its predator. He found at his feet and on his doorstep the advanced mathematics textbook once lent to a lover; both the book and the lover had faded with time. Victim to his feverish rush to battle, the book was tossed back into the stillness of the apartment, and both were locked away from thought and intrusion. It was not until the solitude of a predawn commute that he would wonder if a note, a charm, a kiss lay inside the cover. The answer would remain in stillness…