Wordsmoker

Before embarking on my current(-ly stalled) career, I worked in a large, public university library for four years. Like, eight floors’ worth of books, and hundreds of thousands more in storage. Although we were there primarily for use by students and faculty, we also had a lot of community borrowers, since anyone who was a resident of the state could get a borrower’s card. The community borrowers were, by far, some of the weirdest fucking people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing.

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