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Lucile Lonely, the Librarian.
written by AnonymousAlligator06:09 PM 3/19/05| Well, here I am again. Adorable children in front of my eyes. They want books. They don't want me. For I excell them into this world of literature and hopes. What do I get? Nothing. I'm actually opposite your usual mean librarian. I guess that's why I am so lonely. Kids are used to being harrassed by those unsympathetic librarians who try to have every single thing in the world and aren't happy (but yet ONLY have books to rely on). Gee, I do hope that makes perfect sense. I, Lucile, look for the true meanings in life. Fun, character, happiness, marriage and dreams. Nobody really likes me though. Am I better off myself? Gosh! I better go to my office and sit down for a bit. |
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