Library, Friday

[crimson_sister]

The smaller books were running around chasing each other. Lucille just ignored them. She had found a large book that accepted staying on the desk and being read, and that kept her occupied. Perhaps she would be able to catch some of the smaller ones later; some of them seemed interesting, and she planned to have a quiet evening reading in bed. She had heard there was going to be a party, but obviously she wasn't going to go. It would no doubt be dreadfully boring and not at all to her taste.

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