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My first impression was right; the library is surprisingly big. | |||
Ambling down the narrow aisles, I study the spines of the books in random order, occasionally sliding one out to read the blurb, taking it with me if it looks good. | |||
In a few moments I have a respectable stack of books in my arms. | |||
I guess I'll never be stuck for choice in here. | |||
The normality of the library sinks in. Sure, there are large-print and Braille books scattered throughout, but it is what it is: a library. | |||
It's as if the calm mood from the room I had tea with Lilly in snuck with us in here, unless it was here to begin with. | |||
Something about that puts me at ease, just like before. | |||
I reach the end of the aisle and find a collection of desks, set up for study or personal reading. Going a little further, though, I discover a nice quiet corner at the back. | |||
While the rest of the library has the odd student sitting at a desk either reading or stealthily sleeping, the back is pretty much deserted. | |||
As I glance around, I see someone who I recognize sitting on one of several beanbags. | |||
It's the dark-haired girl from my class. The one who snuck out of the classroom earlier. | |||
She's reading a book, keeping it close to her face which makes her look like she's really into it. | |||
From the way she was acting today, I had her pegged as more of a delinquent than a bookworm. In fact, her mysterious disappearance from the class raises all sorts of whys in my head. | |||
Intrigue floats slowly but surely towards the surface, and before I know it I'm walking towards the mysterious long-haired girl. | |||
I guess there's no harm in introducing myself as I would with anyone else. She's a classmate after all. | |||
Walking over to another beanbag, I take a seat and lay my books besides it. | |||
The girl starts, looking scaredly up at me from underneath her fringe. | |||
This is the first time I've seen her this close. Underneath her long, dense bangs, I can | |||
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