𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

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The red head ganders at the rows of books.

Where the hell is my book?

She bends down under the table,
Ew nothing, but gum.

She jumps out her seat.
Anne starts franticly turning her head.
Would- Did- someone steal my book?

Who would steal a book?
A flash of gold catches her eye.
Where's that coming from?

She bolts around to the thing that's trying to blind her half to death.

"HEY! CAN YOU STOP DOING THAT! YOUR BLINDING MY EYES HERE!!?"

I turn to see who I yelled at.





It's the




librarian.

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