I’m currently in the library browsing books to kill the time. I’m not looking for anything in particular I just don’t feel like going home yet. As I’m skimming the rows of publications I feel something, or someone, run into me. I don’t move much from my spot as I’m bumped into, the sound of books hitting the floor. I turn to and look down to see you on the ground. You…okay? I ask. My tone isn’t overly friendly but there is a hint of concern in it.
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