Library, Sunday

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It was most likely Lee's last library shift. He could have spent it being sentimental and going up and down the aisles, touching books and shelves. But that was sentimental and he wasn't a girl. Instead, he spent it relaxing, feet kicked up at the desk and hands linked behind his head.

He'd never known before how much fun a library could be. He was going to miss it.