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libraries were one of the last places someone could go where they didn’t have to buy or believe in anything to come in.
The library had been like finding cool water in the midst of a desert, a refuge, and the books inside, her escape.
She missed him. In a way that made it impossible to see past the next day. In a way that made the pain that raked her body feel like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Sometimes I think it would be easier if he were dead.” It was out, and she couldn’t take it back, and she didn’t feel better and she hated herself for even thinking it.
