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Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 22, 2012 23:17:26 GMT -5
I guess it was not a very good idea in retrospect. Not a good idea at all. To quote the police man: "It was a bit cute but overall pretty creepy, kiddo." I should have asked someone like 'dear Abby' or something before trying to woo the public librarian through anonymous poems left in books and pressed flowers in the unused card catalogue. I was very proud of them but now I do not think so.
What was I supposed to do? Give that angel of the morning them in person? Face to face? And speak to her? No way. Whenever I saw her, I became unable to speak, to think or even not trip over what few sounds I could make. Besides, when you look 13, intents of romancing do not go over well. That is a rule, I think.
Now I cannot go to that library anymore. Even when the restraining order is off, I could not bear it. I would just crumple up and die. Or dissolve. Or something. It really sucks because the next nearest one is 25 blocks away and I do not think my bicycle could survive that journey 3 times a week. I might hate her now.
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