[Clothes. A brilliant idea. The ones in the drawers remain large, and they are of good enough quality to withstand a few books dropping on them. He'll just have to pick those that don't have to be dry cleaned.
He's already made one trip and is on the way back dragging a second shirt. He's shouts back up at her.] Don't worry! I'll keep an eye out when you're climbing down! If you'd rather jump, I can bunch up my clothes!
[...She was talking about being too scared to go up, right?]
O-okay, thanks! [Oh man, he sounds so confident in her!! How can she back out now? She just takes a deep breath and resolves to muscle through it, because what else can she do at this point? Eyes squeezed shut, she makes it up to the shelf with the paperbacks with an enormous sigh of relief.]
Okay, heads up! I'm going to start sending them down now... Do you want me to try passing them down to you? [Maybe if she gently lowers the book down, Mohammed will be able to grab it...? She starts tugging one of them at random, only to pause and look at the cover.] Ahaha, hey, I know this one!
[She knows it? Tuuri has always been an avid reader, so Mohammed isn't all too surprised. It's a compilation of writings about old, pre-writing cultures on various continents: Scandinavia, North America, Southern Africa, Australia, etc. It's a must-have for any history nut.]
Which is it?
[Good thing it's nothing embarrassing. Wouldn't it be terrible if it marked the end of his nonfiction and literature section?While Tuuri can only see the exposed back cover of the following book to the right, the description clearly describes it as a buddy cop thriller comedy. There's a stupid joke in one of the reviews.
He silently prays she remains on the left side of the shelf and hands over the Arabic classics.]
The collection of protohistories! This one has a great section on pre-Swedish Finland, I've probably read it a hundred times! [She passes it down to him as carefully as possible, given that it's both a favorite of hers and very heavy.] Ready... there!
[Time to reach for the next one. She pulls the one to the right of the hole next, looks at the title, and laughs.] I like this one too!
Careful! It's one of the older books! [He holds out his hands, and as the book falls, he attempts to grab the spine. Instead, it smacks his outstretched palms, knocks them downward, and lands on the cushioned floor. Hey, at least he slowed its fall.
He lifts and puts it aside. Next.]
Which on is it? [What was on the left side? Is it another book she read in school?]
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He's already made one trip and is on the way back dragging a second shirt. He's shouts back up at her.] Don't worry! I'll keep an eye out when you're climbing down! If you'd rather jump, I can bunch up my clothes!
[...She was talking about being too scared to go up, right?]
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Okay, heads up! I'm going to start sending them down now... Do you want me to try passing them down to you? [Maybe if she gently lowers the book down, Mohammed will be able to grab it...? She starts tugging one of them at random, only to pause and look at the cover.] Ahaha, hey, I know this one!
[Hopefully it's not anything EMBARRASSING...]
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Which is it?
[Good thing it's nothing embarrassing. Wouldn't it be terrible if it marked the end of his nonfiction and literature section?While Tuuri can only see the exposed back cover of the following book to the right, the description clearly describes it as a buddy cop thriller comedy. There's a stupid joke in one of the reviews.
He silently prays she remains on the left side of the shelf and hands over the Arabic classics.]
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[Time to reach for the next one. She pulls the one to the right of the hole next, looks at the title, and laughs.] I like this one too!
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He lifts and puts it aside. Next.]
Which on is it? [What was on the left side? Is it another book she read in school?]