Library; Wednesday [ 10/10 ]

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When Adah limped into the library today, she was paying especial attention to the solidity of everything around her; if something looked even minutely temporal, she was encouraged to take the dragging steps (left...behind, left...behind) toward it, to touch it, feel it, prod at it to make sure it was real. It was just that she was wondering about certain things that seemed fuzzy in her head, moments that really couldn't possibly have actually have happened and had to have just been some sort of trick of her brain, something in the air here, the water, lucid dreams of unexpressed wants manifesting in imagination. They felt like they had existed, but they were too unfeasible to have actually happened.

She spent about five minutes before opening the library just assuring herself that the desk itself was real.

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Fourth Period -- 10/10

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By this point of the day, Adah was feeling a little silly for her earlier digressions into dark nineteenth century romantic literature. It was really almost as bad as the fact that her hope chest was filled with things embroidered in black.