Dear 3rd Floor,

Why are you the hottest place in the library? Seriously, you are about twenty degrees warmer than Brad Pitt on his best days. Did you and the air conditioning have some kind of falling out? If so, you two should chill out and make up. Please. If not for me, then for the sake of the "document delivery" worker downstairs who probably doesn't want to get dragged up here and raped by a heat-crazed me.

Although, I guess, you can't rape the willing.

A little disturbed by the thought of making it with Mr. Document Delivery in the children's book section (but not entirely opposed to letting him "deliver" my "documents"),

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