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This place smells stale, actually it smells like horrible. Who am I trying to kid? Ding- goes the elevator, here come more people. All forced here. No where to go. Crowded. Uncomfortable. Eerie silence. Stiff chairs Ding-goes the elevator, here comes more people. Lights flicker, No air circulation. Cold cement walls. Stuck. Ding-goes the elevator, here comes more people. Focus. Distracted. Annoyed. Leaving. Goodbye library.
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