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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 3:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:05 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 4:19 pm
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[[Im coming can you wait for me by the biography section upstairs Ill wear a red scarf so you know its me]]
And then Horace sprang up from his desk like it was on fire. He grabbed his phone - just in case he got another message - grabbed his coat, his scarf, and bolted out the door. His heart was beating a thick tattoo in his chest. He didn't know the details, wasn't sure he needed to, but he remembered how it felt, how he'd needed someone to get him out. Caroline had been everything he'd needed. The thought crossed his mind that he had no idea if this person was telling the truth or wasn't some kind of other creature, but ultimately, he'd rather err on the side of helping someone.
Horace might have run three yellow lights on the way, but he was at the library in record time. He smiled at the librarian and scanned his ID. "Quiz tomorrow; forgot to study." She shook her head ruefully at him - it was a common story in the library. Soon, he was poking his head around the stacks.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 5:59 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2017 6:34 pm
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