J was actually really good at the library. He liked sitting on the chairs and “reading” different books he would pick out off the shelves. However, everytime the little rascal made a run for it out of the children’s area and down the hallway into the rest of the library, J was similarly encouraged to do the same, and they’d both go shrieking down the hallway into the library. I got quite a few stares.
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