I watched him walk up and down the aisles, searching for something. He pulled his lip between his teeth as he ran his fingers along the shelf. He smiled when he finally found what he was looking for. It was a world history book. He then walked right by me and out of the library. I wasn't surprise. I already knew that he didn't know I existed and I was fine with that, most of the time.
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