[Librarians must be careful these days, as Rome looms over their heads like angered and intolerant parent, ready to instill punishment more severely than ever. What needs be said amongst them now, this sorry lot, when duty writ plain above each heart has now been clearly put to question. Wounded, angry beast that Maggie is these days, has had less to offer than even her typical cutting scrutiny. Oh, but the recruiters are busy and oh how her body aches at even the thought of it, and for the first time she wonders if she isn't too old for this. There is little time, however, for respite or regret.]
No clever anecdotes or attempts at artistry these days, my but it is fucking dire. Not even a cute poem about flowers, I'm not sure whether to be grateful or disappointed.
No clever anecdotes or attempts at artistry these days, my but it is fucking dire. Not even a cute poem about flowers, I'm not sure whether to be grateful or disappointed.