Periodical Illiteracy (or How I Learned to Love My Public Library)

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Cheryl stood outside the heavy glass doors of her local public library, stepping to one side and nodding as the Tween pushed through in a rush, tinny post-Disney pop leaking from a pair of bright pink ear buds. Her forceful exit left the door open wide enough for Cheryl to step through without touching anything.

She didn’t want to leave any fingerprints.  Continue reading “Periodical Illiteracy (or How I Learned to Love My Public Library)”