[Billy sidles up to the edge of the bookcase, then carefully peers down the aisle.
Empty.
Okay, next one. He darts across the aisle and peers down the next one, only to find it in the same state, where was he? Billy darts forward again, and peers around the third bookcase, aspirin tucked into his pocket and Dr Who manuals under one arm
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And to what do I owe this pleasure?
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Oh, I just thought I'd stop by, see how you were doing.
[His free hand goes in his pocket, popping the pill out of it's blister pack, and Billy pulls.]
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