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fandomtownies2014-06-19 06:30 pm
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Book Haven, Thursday 6/19
Ichabod arrived at the shop for his first day of work feeling quite exited. It was the first paid employment he had ever had, it involved books and (and this he wouldn't admit to himself) his father would not approve.
Opening up the shop and making himself familiar with what was on the shelves, he suddenly heard a faint giggle. Who else was in the shop?! Then he heard it again, this time for another direction and a little louder. He located the corner it had come from, and moved all the books from that shelf.
There was nothing there. But someone snickered behind his back. Ichabod spun around, but yet again there was no one there.
Then there was a loud guffaw, which went on long enough for Ichabod to identify the source. A copy of A History of the World was shaking with laughter on its shelf. It's neighbour, a book on British Colonialism, joined in.
It turned out that the books where laughing at him, mostly behind his back. Ichabod sank down on the chair behind the counter, not sure whether to be astonished or offended. He eventually settled on both.
[Shop is open and OCD-free]
Opening up the shop and making himself familiar with what was on the shelves, he suddenly heard a faint giggle. Who else was in the shop?! Then he heard it again, this time for another direction and a little louder. He located the corner it had come from, and moved all the books from that shelf.
There was nothing there. But someone snickered behind his back. Ichabod spun around, but yet again there was no one there.
Then there was a loud guffaw, which went on long enough for Ichabod to identify the source. A copy of A History of the World was shaking with laughter on its shelf. It's neighbour, a book on British Colonialism, joined in.
It turned out that the books where laughing at him, mostly behind his back. Ichabod sank down on the chair behind the counter, not sure whether to be astonished or offended. He eventually settled on both.
[Shop is open and OCD-free]