"Vivienne, you must be looking for something more," Abby coaxed pouring the last of the after-dinner coffee. Vivienne lit her last Dunhill and took a sip of the ultra strong coffee. "There's something going on Abs, something in my mind or rather in my sight. It's weird. It's disconcerting. I saw that guy again, um Marcus, at work. But I saw more than I wanted to." "You're such a weird soul Viv. I swear you belong in the circus, not the university library." Vivienne inhaled and nodded her head in agreement.
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Vivienne
FantasyThis shall be my NaNoWriMo story. A tale of an introverted librarian living in London who discovers her clairvoyant abilities after meeting her poet/songwriter love interest.
