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One morning, Merlin showed up for work with his hands clasped behind his back.
“What are you hiding there?”, Arthur asked suspiciously.
“Um. . .”, Merlin blushed, and showed the object he held. “I brought you a book.”
“A book?”
“It’s just. . . I really like this book. I’ve read it a thousand times, and I thought maybe. . . You’d like it too.”
Arthur just stared. “I didn’t know you could read.”
“You’re welcome, Clotpole.” Merlin said. He kept the book on the table and left.
Arthur picked it up, smiling. He couldn’t wait to snuggle up that night and read Merlin’s favourite book.