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I sit
on a stiff wooden chair
a pair of glazed eyes staring into a shiny screen
stressing over
at the library
a peaceful place
except for the children who scream
and the tweens who believe they are somehow above me as I sit
stressing over everything

a young girl in a tie-dyed tank top and Lululemon leggings is speaking with the librarian and I think
not another one




she runs over to her mother and begs


Mom can we please


go to the library on Ocean Park Avenue tomorrow?

the book before this one in this series is there


“Can’t we order it? If we place a hold they can deliver it to this library”

yes we can but the book is there
and I can read it sooner it if we drive there tomorrow
please mom

“How about we drive there now?”



I place my chin into my hands and wearily smile
There is hope.

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