This experience set me off with a less than wahey start to the day, which was then followed by a colossal amount of perodical dust making my black jeans orange and my hands FILTHY. I was so tired I was starting to have an imagination, and I visualised the fetchers using journal dust as a sort of warpaint. Like the Lost Boys, only in a library, which would be infinitely less hassle.
I also had an Epic Tower Fetch, which resulted in no book, but a much better aquaintance with the various departments the book could have been in.
Oh, and I've no idea what this means
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