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It wasn't that Edmund hadn't found his office before now.

It was just the first time he'd been confident enough that Baldrick wouldn't wander in if he left the door open, to actually leave the door open.

Given that Baldrick was currently tied to a tree in the park with an acorn hanging off the front corner of his hat in hopes a squirrel might bite his nose off, Edmund was fairly confident today.

Thus his feet were on his desk, his tea was in his hands, and the door was propped open, drawing the unseasonably warm breeze in from the likewise open window.

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