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The Library | Wednesday | 2/15
Dorothy had been having a fine week. The pollen had completely escaped her attention, for some reason entirely relating to her age. However, while she was completely not afflicted, the library did have a sense of humor.
When she settled in behind the desk, she found a novel sitting there as if it were lying in wait. A literary trap of foul proportions. She picked it up and began to read, though the story seemed awfully dark. Then, partially into the third chapter, she encountered a passage that bugged her eyes and she quickly set the book down.
"How is..." she said, trying to figure out what the sentence she just read meant. "What part of a woman is the core?" she wondered out loud. "And how is it to blossom?"
She peeked an eye down at the book and carefully went to go reshelve it. When she returned to the desk, the book was again lying there on the desk, like the proverbial cat who came back.
Dorothy frowned a little and picked the book back up. She went to continue reading, and she was not exactly enjoying it.
The library was open.
When she settled in behind the desk, she found a novel sitting there as if it were lying in wait. A literary trap of foul proportions. She picked it up and began to read, though the story seemed awfully dark. Then, partially into the third chapter, she encountered a passage that bugged her eyes and she quickly set the book down.
"How is..." she said, trying to figure out what the sentence she just read meant. "What part of a woman is the core?" she wondered out loud. "And how is it to blossom?"
She peeked an eye down at the book and carefully went to go reshelve it. When she returned to the desk, the book was again lying there on the desk, like the proverbial cat who came back.
Dorothy frowned a little and picked the book back up. She went to continue reading, and she was not exactly enjoying it.
The library was open.
Mod Your Library
Talk to Dorothy
OOC