“Great, now I feel like we’re headed to a situation where some government agents will come and burn all the books around as cliche as it sounds coming from a librarian.” I commented on the situation of this censored book from Sylvester Wheeler.
“Yeah, things don’t surprise me. If you ever get your hands on a copy, then let me know.” Elijah said. “Well, I’m going to see how Uncle Wapasha is doing, so I’ll see you later.”
I waved goodbye as he exited the library. I wouldn’t blame him for making sure his uncle is okay. He did take a beating while also giving some to those blasted robots.
It was an eerily quiet day and I went back home after my shift.
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