("I can't believe no one works here, I mean any person can just walk in and take twelve books without a care in the world. No teacher, no student, nothing. This library would go into chaos. I'm so fucking done. like I'm serious."
The room has this bitter environment to it, my eyes squint like an unbearable gleam was shun from the sun. I blink away from Gemma, "Yeah, I'm going to apply next year."
"Oh are you..." not even a question. "Listen, I gotta go. I can't be here right now, I may not be able to see you till tomorrow.")
This happened a week ago.
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