Sitting on the plastic hard-backed chair at the brown table facing the bookcases with a thick file in front of me and a new wad of ruled paper threatening to break the file's spine, I'm about to sneeze because I'm catching a cold when I notice a book on the top-most shelf of the second bookcase from the right, which is lying on its spine because it's too tall to fit otherwise and has interesting drawings on the back cover that's facing me, causing me to wonder if that book is a huge comic book before realising that it can't be because it's the wrong section, and I get more curious and more curious, trying to figure out what those drawings are but they're too far away to make out, and after gaping for a while, the sneeze momentarily forgotten, I start wondering when I'll ever stop.
Get up.
And go take a look at the book.
Then I sneeze, and I look back down at the brown table facing the bookcases and the thick file before me and the new wad of ruled paper;
Hoping for something else to distract me soon.
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