Boxes of books. Of course his otherwise-neat office still held several boxes of books. Henry sometimes suspected he could be exiled to a desert island with no human companionship or conveniences, and he'd still have a box or three of old paper to lug home with him when he left
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Henry wakes up in his apartment, shivers through his run, and loops back to his apartment. And, just as he duffs his t-shirt and leans over the shower to get the water really hot, he gets woozy
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It was a gloriously happy and relaxed Henry who tore himself away from Clare long enough to come down to the office for a few hours. He wasn't going to be far from her for very much time, but he did have a vague, nagging sense that he should be available in case anyone wanted an in-depth tour of the library, or wanted to meet him for another reason
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The thing about cooking dinner for Clare, even in this new apartment that she'd never been to, was how quickly everything fell into place. As he usually did at home, he sat her at the kitchen table with a glass of wine, a CD of jazz playing softly in the other room. He could chop things for the stew he had planned while they talked
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Alba DeTamble had turned two. There had been a pale yellow dress with a full skirt, and a chocolate cake shaped like a daisy, and a chaotic party with family and her playground friends. And now the birthday girl had been carried off to her room and tucked away for a nap, still clad in a more wrinkled version of that yellow dress
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I believe I only have one open library aide slot this term, but info posts are always good. Anyhow, aides are responsible for posting the library one day a week. (If two people want to sign up as a team to cover a single day, I'm totally cool with that. More library interaction is good.) The schedule will be announced Sunday, after the class lists
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