It wasn't fear that I felt at that moment - more like the feeling of being watched. It was a fateful movement of wood that collided with the shoulder of a man that would alter my very existence. After straightening my knee length skirt, I pushed open the door that led into the interior of the library.It was at that moment that my world would change - impossibly and forever. The ride took its usual 15 minutes before it left me standing fresh faced in front of a building of gothic construction that was my favorite place in the world. I'd then jumped on the 8:05 bus that ran a short distance between my house and the county library where I worked. I'd risen from bed, taken a shower and brushed my teeth. It was a normal Thursday, nothing new or exciting had occurred in the morning. I'm not sure what I was thinking that day.
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