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- Posted: Tue, 03 Apr 2012 07:07:15 +0000
Kiro had finished shelving the returns in the autobiographies when he went to go get the cart with history returns. As he laboured to push them to the aisles, he couldn't help but think that he was ill-fitted for this job. Sorting would have been better, Kiro couldn't help but think. He knew there were only three people that shelved returns in the library, but there was only one per day. But the others worked other tasks, Kiro only shelved returns.
As he pulled to the end of one of the history aisles, he unhooked a small basket from the cart and filled it with about two dozen books and entered the aisle.
Barely one step into the aisle, he realized it wasn't vacant. And he didn't look like some student looking for a history book for some last-minute project, he didn't look like some lost kid wandering up and down the aisles, and he surely did not look like an elderly reader searching for remnants of the past.
He looks like..., Kiro thought to himself with a gasp, the basket slipping from his hand to come crashing down on the floor...Rafael?