"Hey princess, where's the librarian?"
"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry doesn't know, she said she was in the back, Harry is not so sure now,"
"Are you nervous? Who's Harry?" This beautiful person is actually talking to me.
"No, no, no, no, no Harry is not nervous, I am Harry," I said pointing to myself, it feels weird talking in first person. What if someone gets hurt. I could feel a panic attack rise but then he started talking again, making me lose my whole train of thought, as I watched his light, thin pink lips move.
"Okay...why are you talking like that?"
"Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't you think it's rude to be asking Harry all these questions?" I snapped back, I was genuinely surprised with my attitude.
"No, I don't, I just need to turn in my book I used for a summer assignment,"
"Well give Harry your book and Harry will turn it in for you, what is your name?"
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