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So, this entire time Sug had been reading this fucking book about me? Where she even get this book from? Who even wrote this shit.

"So, your not upset?"

"Yes, I am upset. Why wouldn't you tell me you had this?"

"No, don't do that it's fragile."

"Who wrote this? How do they know any of this shit about me or my fucking family?" I asked her.

"I don't know, I just got it from a library."

"Which one? Where? When?"

"Two towns over...Nyah" I heard her say but I was gone.

Who is writing this shit about me?

Library

I opened the doors to the last library I found in the last two thousand miles.

"Hello welcome to..." she stopped speaking as she looked at me.

She got on her knees and started praying. I know, don't kill her Nyah..blah blah blah.

"Where did you get this book?" I asked her.

"Please" she said.

"Where did you get this book?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it was on the floor and I told the girl she couldn't take it. I know I promised you I would keep it safe and I have everyday" she said.

"What?"

"I promised...."

I grabbed her by the throat, choking her.

"I heard what you said. Clarity?" I asked.

"You stood here two thousand years ago and made this book. I watched you, place your hand on the table and the book appeared chained and you never came back" she said and I let her go.

What the fuck?

"What the fuck are you talking about? I didn't write this shit. Who fuck told you that?"

"Nyahima, I saw you no one told me" she stood up.

"I was the only person you said you trusted. You made it, and you left that night and I never saw you again."

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