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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 6:00 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 11:15 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 6:12 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 6:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 8:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:31 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:42 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 2:38 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 10:39 am
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 6:59 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:30 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 8:38 pm
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After an exhaustive search of the school, Isaac could search no longer. There was no choice but to enter into the library. There were, however, other entrances than the front door. So he found it most appropriate, considering his history, to enter through an open window near the top of a nearby tree. Using his acrobatic abilities to their fullest, Isaac swooshed and flipped through the air and into the library. Sneaking into the back room, where all the interesting stuff was kept, Isaac sneezed as the musty dusty air met his nostrils. The twilight-like dimness was not a problem for his eyes and searching through each tome's title, he finally came upon one that seemed to hold promise. It didn't have a title. Only a picture. A small, black fox, surrounded by flames, seemed to guard a lock on the book. Almost as though it were the keeper of a most sacred diary. Just as Isaac started to pull away with the tome, his back met a rather unwanted body. The body of a rather peeved librarian.
"And what do you think you are doing?!"
"I was just..."
"Stealing a book! Just like you stole my cake! I should've known!"
"No! No! I just needed...!"
"To find some other way to torment me, huh?! Well, let me tell you something, mister...!"
And suddenly, Isaac grabbed her hand and pulled it close to his heart.
"It hurts, mam. It.. it really does. And I just... I just don't know what to do now. Please... I need to know what's wrong with me. I know you don't much like me... but I.... I don't wanna die. Please, don't let me die...."
The librarian was rather taken aback by this confession of whom she had once felt to be a cake (and now a book) fiend, a wave of sympathy flooded over her.
"If you think this book will help you... then keep it. I could never open it anyway. Just remember one thing. When you get better, you owe me a piece of cake."
His eyes growing large and teary, Isaac gave her an embrace warmer than any he'd given anyone before. And as quickly as the embrace had begun, it broke as Isaac hurried quickly to his dorm, which was rarely used for anything but the most secret of ventures.
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 9:49 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 6:43 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 19, 2008 7:02 am
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