Lisa Minci
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With a small sigh, Lisa places the last book upon the shelf. She’s been organizing for what feels like hours.
“There we go. Now, I can finally—“
The librarian turns around, cutting herself off. She finds a new presence, cocking her head slightly with a low hum. She looks the person up and down, a small smirk gracing her features.
“Hey, you,” she says. “Where’s that overdue book?”