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David pulled up to the library’s entrance. He closed his eyes and exhaled an exaggerated breath. Am I fooling myself, do I even have a chance?
After a minute he entered the building. The library appeared as if he were there yesterday instead of three years ago.
“Can I help you find anything,” said a middle-aged woman behind the reception desk.
“No, I know what I need,” said David.
He searched the entire first floor, but came up empty. Aisle by aisle of the second floor produced the same result. Defeated he dropped into a chair.
“David,” said a soft voice.