It did it again. I run up to the door, get ready to hurl the book onto the counter and flee when, “Oh look, Jerome K. Jerome’s Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow. I’ll just read a few pages, just a few.” Next thing it’s seven bloody thirty and I’ve lost another evening.
Damn you library, damn you to Bradbury!
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