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( I know this is a book and definitely not my idea, therefore I give credit to where credit is due. Thank you )
Dead Library Girl,
I saw you yesterday. Your hair pushed back as you sighed in frustration. You had a look on your face that I couldn't quite figure out. When I least expected it, you got up and matched down to the fiction section to where you pulled out your second book of this afternoon. I'm guessing the second to a series? I don't know why this, as some may call it, has pushed your buttons, but I hope to figure it out. Can you hold up the cover just a little higher? I need to write it down. I really like the books you read. I've noticed and started reading them myself. Please don't be creeped out as I'm saying this. There's something about you that I don't get. Like the fact that you've somehow made me start reading when just last week I thought books were horrible.
One day I'll have the courage to come and have a nice chat, but until then, keep reading and enjoying the life outside this world.
Yours truly, Austin.
(The boy who sits and watches you read. In a non creepy way of course)