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fandomhigh2010-07-12 08:50 am
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Library, Monday, July 12
After a quiet weekend, Henry spent most of today trying to get the cookbook section of the library in order.
At first, the thought the scents coming from the books -- mint and spaghetti sauce and roast beef and chocolate -- were his imagination. Then he got a paper cut and instinctively brought his hand to his mouth. The sweet spice on his finger made him suspect the book of Indian cookery he was holding literally tasted like curry, too.
He tried to convince himself not to spend the rest of his shift licking the cookbooks. That would just be bad form.
At first, the thought the scents coming from the books -- mint and spaghetti sauce and roast beef and chocolate -- were his imagination. Then he got a paper cut and instinctively brought his hand to his mouth. The sweet spice on his finger made him suspect the book of Indian cookery he was holding literally tasted like curry, too.
He tried to convince himself not to spend the rest of his shift licking the cookbooks. That would just be bad form.