Piter ate his sandwiches at the back of the library where he couldn’t be seen. The papers had no jobs he could apply for. He had looked at Maclean’s, Beautiful BC, and a skiing magazine, but finished none of the articles. As he folded his sandwich bag, a pretty young woman pushed a cart of books around the nearest stack. Piter self consciously cleared the crumbs off the table as she began to stack the books. He wished he had shaved that morning.
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