| Returned
my books too late to the library
 The
library was eerily silent, even for a Thursday afternoon. The only sound
was the gentle hum of the fluorescent lights overhead, casting a clinical
glow across the rows of dusty books. I glanced at my watch, realizing
I had returned my books far too late. I had been so engrossed in their
musty pages, I had completely lost track of time. As I made my way to
the librarian's desk, my heart raced with a mixture of anticipation and
fear. I couldn't help but wonder what punishment awaited me.
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