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Wearing a distinguished red scarf, the fluffy librarian sits atop a shelf of books.Of the stacks and stacks of stories and tales resting beneath, he knows all.Edgar is a quiet, soft fellow — content contemplating closer to the clouds.He could recite any poem from Dickinson —or paint a portrait of the quietest, fullest Japanese coffee shop.Instead, he sits patiently, waiting for the moment when you reach out, asking “what should I read today?”With a smile always on his face, and without a spoken word, you realise he has a book all ready for you, under his two big, small paws.

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