I reach up and pick out a book from the gray, dust coated shelves of the college library. I look down at the book that now lays in my hands, dusty, gray red. I open it and get nestled into a nice, quiet corner. Just as I begin to read, I hear the door to the library open and I glance over, seeing you come in and my eyes narrow. This is my quiet place.. no one ever comes here.. so why are you here?
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06/07/2025
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06/07/2025
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06/07/2025