life of a librarian
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“You read ahead before you read aloud; that is my understanding, yes?” the main judge asked. I gulped. How is one supposed to concentrate on a conversation with a sword trained on their heart? “You might want to answer the question,” the man named Simil smiled down at me, all the while pressing the tip…
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It was cold in the room, but I could already feel the pits in my shirt growing moist. Lovely. Just lovely. My bright, chipper mood had crumbled into the dust bin, alongside my motivation to even be in the room. I wanted to go get in my car and go home.
Chapel Orahamm 