9
“So have an exciting time at the library?” Benson asked me the next day.
I shrugged. “Not really. Just read some books, met a guy after an assassination attempt, and started a library-wide brawl that ended in three concussions, a lot of broken chairs, and even more broken fingers.” He blinked at me in bewilderment, and I shrugged. “All right, maybe I exaggerated the number of concussions, but the fight did spread to most of the floors of the library.”
“You met a guy?” he slowly repeated.
I rolled my eyes; that would be the one thing he’d pick up on. “Yeah, he caught me before I fell backwards on the stairs.”
“He must have left an impression on you to mention him,” he quietly commented.
“Well, he did save me from the floor making an impression on me,” I pointed out.
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