You: Gentle blue eyes, blonde hair styled up in a faux-hawk (so 2003-4 but whatever, you looked good wearing it.) and an amazing biker-jacket-lookin-jacket. You were getting a spankin' new card. A virgin.
Me: A little Asian girl in a ratty blue knit cap wearing a grey hoodie with a completly slack-jawed expression on my face. I was replacing my lost card.
You'd asked if there was a fee for getting a library card. When I recovered, I told you, only for the replacement cards I don't think you have to pay for the first card.
I had to leave but I saw you take a seat near the New Non- Fiction.
Let's meet again in the library. Meet you in the New Non-Fiction.
PS. You'll notice that there is now WiFi in most Chicago Public Liberrys. This way I can campout, get my stuff done, AND wait for you.
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