Library [7.1]

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It was a very cold and confused Anemone that opened up the library today, silently cursing whatever little quirk of the island had landed them here.  There was snow.  In July. 

There was hot coco and tea available in the lobby, and if you promised to be careful, the library aide wasn't going to argue if you took some off to your nook. 


[OCD Free, please to be modding your own service, as I am buried under all the work I missed last week.]