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[for a long time, there was a peaceful quiet in the library as a young man poured over his book, occasionally scribbling out notes to himself. This began a progressive decay as frustration and confusion warred over his face. Eventually, like a too tight rubberband, he snapped.]

DAMN IT!!! I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY SAY!! YOU ABSOLUTELY CANNOT ADD

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*...it's still a library, even if you're frustrated*

[screwfate]

*....fine, fine*

I was led to believe it was normal in other worlds.

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So I'm not normal! Leave me alone!

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Fine. If that's what you want.

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Is there any reason it shouldn't be?

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What you want? How should I know.

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Then consider it what I want and go away. You're not helping.

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And yelling was helping?

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It made me feel a little better.

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Did it.

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Yes it did!

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In a library.

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It's just where I happened to be at the time.

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Where you happened to be was a very rude place for that kind of outburst.

If it is that frustrating, then have someone help.

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I didn't have anyone to ask.

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There are others here. Presumably one of them would have helped.