The library was nice at night. It smelled of old, grassy notes with a tang of acids like the first hint of the taste of an orange and a dash of vanilla over an underlying mustiness. It was Jay's favourite place to read, tonight accompanied by the ever-so faint tap of Cookie's nails against the floor as she sorts and resorts and sorts a deck of cards on the floor. He caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye, and before he knew it he was drifting deeper and deeper into the rows of books, then down the stairs... By Cookie
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