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Submitted to Contest #91
The Berber carpet caressed my hands as I slipped into the brisk library on that cold autumn night. My brother and I made our way through the long rows of stiff books with rough edges, as though the people who’d borrowed them previously had not cared for them as they should’ve. Bryan, my brother, and I would never do such a thing to a book. We thought of books as gifts, beautiful and wise. “Come on, Volcano,” Bryan whispered from the end of the aisle. I tried my best to speed up, but I had an illness, disability of some sort. I was slowe...
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