I pace up and down the rows of books, as if their knowledge will bleed through the air and give me the wisdom i need to solve the latest problem. I always think better in here, and pacing in my bedroom makes me sick, because my bed practically taunts me with the fact that I haven't been sleeping. I sense movement out of the corner of my eye, and i sigh. I always forget about your existence. I slowly turn, my gaze landing on you fully. Evening pet.
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