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Why can't I just have a normal summer..?
15-year-old Calamity Jones, who was she, being at the library during the summer?
Why can't I just have friends..?
No, she couldn't. It was her choice, she liked the library. Or, at least, it had air conditioning.
She'd volunteered there for the summer. Although she was the only one who really knew why. Here, there were her favorite stories, the ones she couldn't seem to find anywhere else.
She felt like such a loser, spending hours just looking at the pretty illustrations of cowboy-tales in large, dust-covered books, the only person to ever touch them. She was the one who'd sit in the darkest corner and just read these tales, the ones she'd read so many times, the ones that never seemed to get old.
At least, she did in her spare time here. She did have to work, as well. At least i