Library [06/03]

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A couple of days ago, there was nothing in the world that could have gotten Wesley into the library, not even his assigned shift. But then he'd spoken to Karla, and she'd been so helpful, and suddenly this was something that he was able to do. So he sat at the desk, and occasionally looked tentatively over toward the books, considering shelving them. He never did, but he kept looking over anyway.