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The library after closing
I'm walking through the stacks after hours, but all the books are empty — no pages, just spines. A patron I've never seen is sitting at the reference desk, reading a book he's writing himself in real time. He looks up and says, 'I'm fine,' and I wake up knowing I've heard that sentence a thousand times and never once believed it.
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