Liz's Bestie ● Helvetica ● ● Jigglypuff ● Jeff Vader
Once practically every book that was in front of him was repaired under a watchful eye, Edmund turned to Kitridge. "The books are okay now." He was hopeful that the man would be relieved by this knowledge. He carefully opened the first previously torn book and looked in the contents. "So why would they be looking at this sort of stuff? And why tear it out too?"
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